Our second play session as his Asian slut in training…with an added pinch of pain[MF][Online][Longpost]

>First time posting here: but it felt more apt to share it on this sub since it counts as more of a story than a confession lol! The [first session](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/hjvvw8/our_f23irst_online_lesson_together_as_his_little/) I wrote about is also linked below, along with two short recordings to demonstrate the aftermath of our time together.

For starters, my write-up for this session has actually been months overdue in the making…seeing as the events of this recollection took place a week after our first official playtime with one another. Long story short: health problems had us postponing future training sessions for what ended up being more than a month…although my Dom and I have still been in constant communication ever since.

Now that things have healed up and a sliver of free time has finally presented itself, I am more than happy to share every dirty detail of those events with you right here: just like my Dom had instructed me to.

So with that said, here goes his obedient little Asian slut: once again getting wet at the recollection of our second online play session together. I hope you enjoy reading the story just as much as I enjoy reliving it while I write. ;)

In a similar fashion to our first playtime together, my Dom gave me two tasks to accomplish before our next session. These were:

* **To post a write-up on our first play session together and link it to him once I do…sparing no detail and being as thorough about it as I could.** [*Check.*](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/hjvvw8/our_f23irst_online_lesson_together_as_his_little/)
* **To edge every night before bed, making sure to deny myself in any way and have me falling asleep all wet and unfulfilled.** *Also check.*

The week sped by due to how busy it was during the day. But at night, I always made sure to give it my best effort to edge as instructed before I slept. My Dom explained the task to me as a necessary step towards amping up my depravity and anticipation as the week went by. At first I barely felt it, although I would be lying if I said there wasn’t anything good or fun about feeling the insides of my pussy ache whenever I stopped short of that sweet release—let alone how dirty it felt to sleep with my panties soaked in grool and my legs dripping with sweat. I consumed every piece of dirty media I could think of depending on the flavor of the night: from scrolling down nsfw subs to watching videos, reading doujins and discovering erotic audio (which did for me the most effectively).

Then, Sunday night rolls by just as planned. Finally. I showered that evening with eager shivers of anticipation—so excited to show off and please and find out what plans my Dom had in store for me that evening. Shortly after, I dried off in my room and stripped down again, putting on nothing but a robe and setting up the bed for comfort. Then my Dom and I started to chat.

We didn’t get straight to it yet, since we had some things to discuss beforehand: mainly how the edging assignment has affected me throughout the week and—curiously enough—my opinions and tolerance towards pain.

I didn’t think much of it until we talked about playing roughly with my nipples. Then it started to click…and god, the wetness I felt at the implication of that inquiry was something else. I told him I was eager to try it out even if we had to get creative with the clamps…just like the ‘toys’ I’ve been fucking myself with for him.

It didn’t take a lot of searching around to come back to him with the caps of two pens: one red and one blue. I took a picture of them for him and he told me they would do nicely. Sweet.

Then, a short inspection of my body was in order: stripping off the robe and showing off every hole that belonged to his whims that night. Once pleased and accomplished, my Dom then told me to record and do the following things for him: **1.) to put my trusty marker pen snug inside my ass once again, and 2.) to put on both of the makeshift clamps for him**. Then we can officially begin.

As instructed, I made a show of coating my marker pen—and my hand—with as much spit as I could before it’s all prepped and ready. Then I laid back and started to prod it against my tiny asshole…which by then has gotten used to the sensation of something slowly but surely pushing in. God. It only got better and better the more I could manage to squeeze in, leaving me all full and tight and snug in the ass and wetter along the pussy. Showing this off to my Dom has started to become second nature for me—has started to become more of a show of pride than shame. Proof of eagerness and obedience even if our circumstances for play were limited.

And then came the pen caps. Truth be told I’ve never done anything too rough with my nipples aside from twisting them and pinching them for internet strangers that have asked. And even then it was hardly considered rough. Nipple clamps have always fascinated me on the contrary, but I’ve never had the time nor the luxury to try it out…even with wooden clothespins or paperclips.

So when I finally started putting them on—a different colored cap on each nipple—the sensation was…something. It hurt at the initial clamping, but as I kept it on, showing off my handiwork to my Dom, it started to bother me less. In fact, the sight of my nipples being toyed with in this manner brought on another sick sense of accomplishment. I was actually doing this to my body: showing it off; letting someone online own me and tell me what to do with my body and how to do it.

It felt good in that moment to be reminded of how much I completely belonged to him during these little sessions together, gently and yet firmly being guided down a path towards depravity. Once the clamps were fastened in, he was ready to give me the next order.

In a similar fashion to the events of last week, he asked me to answer dirty questions as I edged—although this time it wasn’t about any past experiences or moments of sexual awakening. This time he instructed me to tell him—in detail—about the dirtiest fantasy I had on my mind…and not to cum until I finished the story for him. No matter how many edges that took.

I got comfy and started recording, gently swirling two fingers around my clit with one hand and lazily fucking my ass with the marker using another. The sensation on my nipples helped my mind wander and picture out a scenario for him.

In between soft little moans, I told my Dom all about the picture I saw in my head: the sight of me all naked and clamped up upon a stage. Leashed. Spotlights on me. A waiting audience in a dim-lit hall and a man upon a podium.

In this little fantasy, I was a sex slave up for auction, asked to turn around and show off each little hole and dirty feature before the bidding commenced. The price didn’t matter. All I could picture was the gaze of many strangers in the near-dark, watching me, leaving no part of my body unobserved. The thought of it gave me chills. My hands worked faster on my clit and ass.

Eventually sending recording after recording started to mess with the flow of my dirty imagination, so my Dom and I switched to a call. By the time I was comfy enough to carry on again, a highest bidder had already been decided in my imaginary auction event.

He made no delay in joining me up on the stage, appraising me, his new property, with hunger before meeting eyes with the person on the podium. Then he requested a few more minutes onstage to show off his generosity: walking behind me to cup my small, achy little tits from behind before pulling on my clamps. The thought of it had me so close to cumming, fingers working overtime and my ass starting to squeeze greedily around the marker shaft.

It got harder to keep going with the story for a while, and my mind was a mess as I went back to slowly playing around the ache in my empty pussy. Then I went back to the story, making it a lot harder to control the need building up inside me at the thought of my new owner positioning my legs further apart and spreading my pussy lips out for the whole auction house to see. Then he informed everyone that he might need some help breaking this in before taking his new toy home, to which other strangers started joining us up on stage.

It was hard trying not to cum to the thought of being a free use toy in that moment, swarmed all around by hands as they left no part of me untouched. And soon came the fucking. All three holes. Both hands. Cocks slapping against my face and skin, using me like a plaything until each one unloaded his own gift on every part of my body possible. I stopped myself again from cumming just then…and sweat had started to pool down my legs and onto my sheets.

God it felt nothing like the previous nights I’ve been edging alone. I couldn’t cum yet, however, as the fantasy still wasn’t over. But it was close.

I told my Dom about how my owner took me home after that auction all tired and spent and still covered with cum. I told him all about the things that man did to me in his estate…and all the things I shamelessly played along to as his toy. From eating meals from a bowl like a dog, going on walks outside in all fours and pissing wherever he wanted me to. Fucking me against big windows and places with lots of visibility. Lending me out in his parties. Having me service his cock during meals and every other depraved little idea I could think of.

And then I knew that that was it. The end of the line. I couldn’t think of anything else beyond that…only that my nipples were starting to hurt more and my asshole was gripping the marker so hard and that I needed release. I needed to cum. And so I came for my Dom as the fantasy concluded into a million other dirty possibilities. My hips bucked. My pussy pulsed. The whole thing felt intense as my Dom watched all this on video.

Then it turned out that he couldn’t hear most of the audio after a certain point, which was a very embarrassing error on my part since I probably looked weird just talking and trying to fuck myself silly into every edge. All-in-all, I ended up denying myself three times that night before cumming…which was a more drawn-out ordeal than my nightly homework and by far a lot more intense.

It wasn’t a perfect session, but at least my Dom still ended up pleased. I showed him how I unclasped the caps from my nipples and pushed the marker pen out of my ass, leaving a wet little mess in the aftermath [[proof 1](https://redgifs.com/watch/silkyscalyelkhound)] & [[proof 2](https://redgifs.com/watch/welldocumentedmeanbuckeyebutterfly)]. We re-discussed homework until the next playtime (which was the same as last week’s) before concluding the session and cleaning up before bed.

I spent the most of the following day sore and sensitive around the nipples, and whenever I felt them, I could only go back to thinking of my Dom and whatever else he might have in store for me next time. All of which was very effective at getting me wet during random parts of the day.

>We have yet to arrange a third play session together due to busy schedules and the health problem that popped up around mid-July. But once we can finally get back to it again, I’ll be just as pleased to share how the session goes and how much of a happier and dirtier little Asian slut he leaves me after each playtime. I hope you enjoyed reading this just as much as I hope he enjoys reading this too. :)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ih8mxm/our_second_play_session_as_his_asian_slut_in

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