My Master and I don’t have a very traditional relationship. Two years of vanilla dating slowly evolved into me signing my trust, obedience and body to this man, to do with as he pleases.
As soon as we are alone, he locks my collar on me. The words “Slave: I am my Master’s Pet” written on the dog tag remind me who my body belongs to.
He gets me to do the simple things. To bring him a drink, put the washing away, to suck his cock while we watch TV. I have daily tasks that I must complete as well. Each day of the week has a special task, like watching porn without touching myself, or edging, or writing him a sweet message about how devoted I am. And every day I use a marker to write on my body, something that tells anyone that sees, who I belong to.
I let him do whatever he wants with my body. If I’m half asleep and not in the mood? Too bad. He rolls me over and sticks his thick, beautiful cock in my ass. Because it belongs to him. If I tried to fight him off he just holds me down by the throat. He is too strong for me to overpower.
When he holds the back of my head and fucks my mouth I don’t push him away. I take his cock in my throat until I can’t breathe. And he finishes wherever he wants to. When he covers my face in his thick white cum I can’t keep the smile off my face. I love the feeling of him completely dominating me and covering my face. Of course, I can’t let it go to waste, so I lick up as much of it as I can. I love the taste of his cum.
He is a very generous Master and takes good care of me. When I have done a satisfactory job of pleasing him, I get rewarded. He shows his appreciation by eating my pussy until I cum over and over again. He has a way with his tongue that gets me off within seconds. And when he plays with my sensitive nipples, squeezing them, gently twisting the piercings, my body shivers in bliss.
But it’s not all fun and games. Whenever I forget something or disrespect Him, I get punished. And I deserve it for being a forgetful little whore. And with each offence the punishment gets worse. I have 6 welts from a riding crop on my ass. One for disrespecting my Master. Two for getting into his bed without asking permission. And three for forgetting to put my collar on. As I felt the sting of the crop on my firm buttcheeks, I clenched my fists into the sheet and yelped in pain. I felt bad for doing wrong by my Master and I have learnt my lesson.
His latest request was to tell you guys about our relationship, and for the world to know what a kinky little cumslut I am.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5oogie/fm_i_am_owned_by_my_master
Thank you for sharing. I must admit that I am jealous of what you and your master have. I wish to have my own sub like yourself one day.
what the fuck, rest in piece your sanity
Where can I find more of this type of stuff?