The Joys Of Being A Slut [FM]

Just a warning, this is pretty long.

I’d only known him two days, but because I’m an insatiable little slut I couldn’t even wait 24 hours before seeing my new master again. Before I met I went to have my pussy waxed, and the whole time I was worried the beautician would notice how wet I was because I was practically dripping with excitement. The wax hurt as it always does but I knew, or at least I was hoping, it would be nothing in comparison to how much my ass was going to hurt later.

When I arrived at his he got in the shower, and told me to have a look through the box of sex toys that he had. There was some stuff I’d never seen before but I could work out what everything was, which was a relief, but that didn’t stop me from feeling overwhelmed. When he had finished in the shower he asked me what I wanted to try but I couldn’t answer him – I just had no idea where to begin. Even when he pulled my hair and demanded an answer, I just couldn’t give him one. I’m terrible at making decisions and also terrible at knowing what I want, which is probably one of the reasons I’m so submissive – not having to make decisions, and getting pleasure by pleasuring someone else, is almost a therapeutic exercise.

The day started off much the same as yesterday – with me on my knees and his cock down my throat. I still had to click (our safe word meaning I need a breath for when I can’t talk) more than I wanted to but I could already feel an improvement from yesterday, and I know I’ll continue to improve. We moved positions so my head was laying off the bed and he was standing, which allowed him to fuck my throat upside down. I don’t know if it felt any better for him but in my opinion it didn’t feel too different – other than the fact that it allowed him to smack my pussy at the same time. The combination of it being the first time someone had done that, my pussy being sensitive after the wax and the fact I couldn’t make any noise due to the cock down my throat definitely made for an exciting experience – and getting to watch it back later just added to the sluttiness I felt. We moved back into our original positions so he could cum in my mouth, as I can’t handle being throat fucked long enough for him to cum from it (yet!) and I did my best to swallow as much as possible.

After he’d cleaned off and we’d kissed for a bit, he told me to lay down on my front and proceed to give me the most amazing massage, even if some parts almost hurt more than the cane does. He also used this opportunity to tease my ass, which was also a new experience but a very welcome one and it definitely got me excited for what was to come (pun intended ;) )

He finished with my back and legs told me to roll over on to my back, and I presumed he was continuing the massage but instead he guided my wrists and ankles into the restraints that are attached to his bed. I am incredibly inflexible, and so my legs being spread like that was quite uncomfortable – but it was worth it. Tied spread eagle like that I just felt so slutty and so exposed and so vulnerable that I started shaking, and probably didn’t stop for the entire time I was tied. My only complaint is that they weren’t the strongest restraints, only Velcro, and as I tend to thrash around a lot I actually broke free from one of the hand restraints. However I think it was more about be me being open and exposed than it was actually restricting my movement, and it definitely achieved that. Bear in mind that I was also blindfolded at the time and so I was completely clueless as to what was going on.

And that’s when the teasing began.

First of all he left the room. I heard the door open and shut and so I just lay there for a moment, asking myself what the fuck I’d got myself into. But even though I tried to tell myself what I was doing was crazy, I couldn’t deny how turned on I was, so I just lay there waiting for him to return. I had no idea how long he was going to be, he could have kept me lying there for hours, but thankfully he returned soon. When he did I could hear him rummaging through his box and I could feel myself shaking – I was completely at his mercy, he could do anything he wanted to me at that moment and that’s exactly what I wanted.

He started with suction cups, although at the time I couldn’t tell what they were. I’ve killed most of the sensitivity in my nipples from pegging them when I was younger, but I could still most definitely feel these. They hurt like hell which is something I hadn’t felt in a while – which means they were amazing and I loved them. He also used one on my clit which was nothing like I’d ever felt before. He must have been gentler because I don’t think I would have been able to handle the same amount of pressure down there, but it felt exquisite all the same.

The next thing out of the box was what can only be described as a needle roller thing (although I think technically it’s called a wartenberg wheel.) It’s really an amazing little thing because when you put pressure on it then it does hurt in an amazing way, but my favourite part was when he just lightly rolled it across my thighs and stomach. There’s still a slight pinch because at the end of the day it’s still sharp but it also tickles, especially on my sensitive thighs and sides. By this point I was craving for something inside me but I wanted to be a good girl and so I waited to see what was going to happen.

Next came the worst item. A light, fluffy makeup brush. Now this thing is infuriatingly soft, so soft that it’s not even ticklish. And he was dragging it lightly over my thighs and boobs, and even over my pussy (and labelled the video “Picasso”). The worst part was when he was dragging it over the inside of my thighs, right next to my pussy, but refusing to touch it. It’s such a difficult feeling to describe but I just needed… more. I can deal with being bitten, and caned and pretty much anything but this was the most infuriating – especially when I could feel his presence above me but the touch was so light I couldn’t feel the brush. I wanted him to move on to the next thing more than anything but once he did I regretted my choice because next up was ice.

To get the ice he had to go downstairs, once again leaving me with no idea where he’d gone or how long he was going to be. Just left me there, tied up, pussy dripping, more excited than I’d ever been in my life. First of all he kissed me so I could feel his cold lips, but he’d already moved the ice to my nipples before I could work out what was going on. And let me tell you, that ice turned me into a shivering wreck. He moved it from my nipples down to rubbing it just above my pussy, allowing the ice cold water to drip down over my clit and lips. (The video he took of this is my favourite one – I’m a shivering, whimpering mess and I think it looks incredibly sexy.) He told me “You’re lucky it melted because this was about to go inside you” and honestly I wish it had, I was so desperate to be filled. But I should have predicted that I was going to regret my wish because after so long of being teased it was time for complete over-stimulation, courtesy of a Hitachi wand.

So he started off by inserting a finger, which by this point I was very grateful for. But then he disappeared for a moment, and I heard a zip. From my exploration of the box earlier, I knew what it was and was excited to try it as I have my own little vibrator and I very much enjoy it. But I don’t think anything could have prepared me for the intensity of this thing. I think I came the minute he pressed it into my clit, and he didn’t let up, sending the vibrations into my body while simultaneously rubbing my g-spot with his fingers. It felt amazing but the sensations were so strong that I just couldn’t deal with it and I had to amber, which is our safe word to slow down. He can sometimes keep going for a few more seconds before stopping but thankfully he abided by my request fairly quickly – I think I might have screamed if he didn’t, I’d already broken out of one of my arm restraints by this point. He asks me if I’m okay so I reply yes, but that was just too much. So he suggests we take a break. I ask him – “Take a break from what though?” because if he meant from this particular activity then it was yes, but he replied “maybe just go back to blowjobs for now” and I almost started to cry. Even though my hands had gone numb from how hard I just came, I knew I wouldn’t be satisfied until I had his cock in me. And so I did what any slut would do in my position and I begged for it. I begged for him to fuck me, in any way that he wanted. I wanted him to use my pussy like it belonged to him, because it does. Luckily for me, I think he wanted to get his cock in my tight little hole just as much as I did, and so he fucked me. I can’t remember many details about that because from that moment on it was just a haze of pleasure. I’d only known him two days but it felt like I’d been craving his cock for years. I remember laying on top of him, his arms wrapped around me, holding me to his chest as he bucked up in to me. I remember him telling me to spread my cheeks so he can film my gaping pussy as he slowly slid in and out. I remember being on my knees as I pushed my hips back, fucking myself on his cock. I can’t remember ever feeling so satisfied.

Once he’d came and I’d caught my breath, it was time for the cane. I can’t remember what I’d done wrong but whatever it was was worthy of three swats, even though he only said two. Although they stung, and still left an amazing mark, I don’t think he hit me as hard as he had the previous day. But I’ve made sure he won’t make that mistake again ;)

Then we just chilled out and watched some Netflix for a bit. He got dressed, I remained naked – even when I was choosing what to watch, which involved me standing in front of an open window, that people could definitely see in to if they tried. However I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist, so I can’t say that bothered me too much. After we’d watched an episode, he said I got to choose what we did for the rest of our time together. An easy question for some maybe, but I am notoriously bad at making decisions and even worse at expressing what I want. He made the mistake of telling me that if I didn’t choose then he would just do whatever he wanted to me – but being used like that is my favourite thing in the world. So that’s how I ended up getting fucked, with a vibrating butt-plug in my ass, wand on my clit, and being choked so hard my neck bruises and I nearly pass out. I can’t imagine what it felt like for him, but if it’s half as good as it was for me then I’m sure he’s happy. At one point he stopped choking me but it just wasn’t the same without his strong hands squeezing my neck and restricting my breath.

And that’s how being a slut got me the best sex of my life.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/btrdwj/the_joys_of_being_a_slut_fm