When you come to my place on the appointed date, I will give you a crash course in My Slut.
I want you to come prepared as we had discussed, and with an overnight bag. The evening will begin with me entertaining you in the living room. Small talk. Making out. Unbuttoning clothes. Negotiating last details of our session. I will then ask you to walk into my bedroom. I will follow a few minutes later.
The time you will have alone is to be spent usefully. My bedroom will be dimly lit. You are to leave it as it is. You will disrobe completely, and place your folded garments in my closet. On my bed, you will find two articles. They are for you to wear. You will wear these until your lesson is done.
The first article is a leather collar. It is a symbol of my ownership of your will. Note the sturdy construction. The metal ring at the front. The worn notches at the back. It is not a decoration and I will not use it as such. It is your privilege to wear my collar. You will wear it with pride.
The second article is wrapped in a satin pouch. It is a symbol of my ownership of your body. After tonight, it is yours to keep. Take it out and inspect it. Lift it in your hand. Feel the weight of the cool steel. The intimidating flare at the stem, the gentle taper at the tip, and the sparkle of the jewel at the base. You will place this article, unwrapped this time, on the bed. This will signify your acquiescence to begin. I will put it inside you at a time of my choosing.
With the plug now on the bed, you will assume your position. You will sit on the floor facing the doorway, feet tucked under you. Your knees will be spread open, your back straight, and your hands will be clasped at your back. Your thighs are not to touch for the remainder of the night.
While you wait for me, you will take time to note the furnishings of the room. The spools of white rope, a wooden spreader bar, my necktie, a pack of condoms, a silicone dildo, a bottle of lube. They are my teaching aids for you. And what a good teacher I am.
I will walk in for an inspection. I will be fully clothed. It will behoove you to look at me. Follow my silhouette as it circles your body. Feel the beat of your heart rise as you sense my heat. Anticipate. I will check your form: the arch in your back, the fit of my collar, the spread of your legs, and the wetness of your cunt. It will earn you a spanking if you leave me wanting. Oh, but you will.
I will bid you to rise as I tie a harness around your torso. Handholds for my use. Finally, I will use my necktie to fashion a blindfold. Your uniform will then be complete.
Well, almost. The plug.
On my command, you will lie down. Knees spread wide apart, face on the floor, and your bare ass up in the air. You will follow my words as I instruct you to reach behind and spread your cheeks and wait. Your body will strain at keeping this posture. You will feel exposed. But you will do it for me. You will endure and you will be silent.
You will feel a wet chill as I drop a dollop of lube and slather it on your asshole. My finger will be slow as it draws circles around the rim. I want your nerves to come alive at my touch. To feel the pressure of my finger as it draws across the puckered ridges. Gently, I will push, and you will take.
Your only lesson for the evening will be to enjoy being of use. We will practice how to employ your body to its full potential.
We will start easy. I will observe how you ride a cock. With the suction dildo planted on the floor, you will kneel over it. You will throat it until I can see it glisten in the dim light. You will then move up on your hands and knees, and guide the wet shaft to the opening of your pussy. You will wait for my word.
When I allow, you will rock back and slowly impale yourself on the toy. Slowly. Feel the ridges on the silicone push into you. The pressure from the plug inside pulse against the thin wall of flesh. Back and forth, slowly, you will fuck yourself to the cadence of my voice. If a gasp or a moan bubbles to your throat, you will let it out. Lose inhibition. Let go of person-hood. Be my piece of meat.
Once I am satisfied that you can ride a cock with your mouth empty, we will move to the next lesson. I will let you ride it with your mouth full.
Blindfolded as you are, you will know when, when you hear the sound of my zipper. I want you to open your mouth and wait. But do not stop. Keep your pussy busy with my toy, as your asshole trains to stretch for me. When you feel the heat of my cock on your tongue, I want you to begin.
I do not share lightly. The gusto you show fucking yourself, I want to see as you slobber on my shaft. I will use my hand to guide your head and set the tempo. You will let yourself be guided, and you will commit what I like to memory.
As your flesh busies itself for my use, I want your mind racing too. See yourself through my eyes. Bobbing messily on your knees. What a filthy little airtight slut you are. My slut. My good girl: holes wet, stuffed full by her master’s things. Each grunt you elicit from my lips, each stroke you earn on your hair, a mark of my pride in your debasement for me.
Your lesson will conclude with me painting the insides of your pussy with my cum. You will get up and let me guide you to my bed, where you will assume the final posture for presentation. On your back, ass at the edge of the mattress, legs spread, knees up, and thighs wide open, clasped in your hands.
I will take off your blindfold, and you will look into my eyes. I will enter you gently. The manner of your taking will not be. I will ream your cunt hard. Deliberate, deep strokes. The weight of my body behind each thrust. The room will ring with the slap of skin on skin. Your body will jerk with the force of my need. My want will hurt you. Let it. Bask in sensation. Each wince and cry your gift to me. Desire tumbling into pain, mine to you.
You will cream and convulse on on my rod as I pound you into my bed. Your eyes will remain locked in mine. Look at me as I come undone. Your doing. Hear my breaths labor. Feel my arms tremble. See my face lose composure. Feel me clench inside in restraint, again and again: my last stand before you. Take me when I collapse, finally, with an almighty push into you, emptying myself as I spill my seed deep inside.
We will breathe, entangled, in silence. This will mark the end of your lesson. You can expect me to become my usual self. I will have some one-liners ready to fire. But not before I’ve thoroughly abused your lips with mine. I will help you clean up. As your final obligation to me, you will submit to my late-night cooking.
So, dearest, when you are ready do discuss your lesson, I want you to respond to this message, with a date of your choosing, with a “Ready to begin, Sir.”
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