Author: brattysubslut

I [F] Earned my Collar from [M]aster

For all my years as a submissive, I never took a collar from a Dom(me); I was theirs for only the session. Last week that changed as I happily worked to earn the collar Master made for me. He gave me a single straight-forward task to earn my collar: make Master cum. For just a second I thought he was going to make this too easy but as he reached for the handcuffs and rope I realized he had other plans.

With the rope he constructed a simple but tight harness around my chest, shoulders and breasts. He looped the loose ends running down either side of my back, between my ass cheeks, wrapping tightly around my cunt and back up to my shoulders before completing a corset bind around my waist. If I didn’t hold good posture the ropes would pull and rub endlessly on my clit. My heart skipped a beat as he tossed me onto the bed, flat on my back, and gathered my hands above my head. The handcuffs locked around my wrists and were anchored at the head of the bed with another rope. Master stood up abruptly and left me there to pour himself a drink. Each second felt like an eternity as I lie there naked and bound; able to move around a bit but unable to touch my now soaked and aching pussy. Read more »

[F] My [M]aster sets a new high score

Before my Master ever even laid a finger on my body, I had heard about his former high score. To be honest, I didn’t believe it at all and assumed it was a lover stroking his ego or an attempted line. I was wrong. My body is like putty in his hands, it’s hard to keep focus let alone keep count of the orgasms. I’ve only been my Master’s slut for such a short time but I might already be completely addicted.

My body was humming with anticipation as I arrived at the building. I felt the wetness between my legs grow as I rode the elevator up, my legs already less stable as I walked through the door and stopped at the side table to remove my coat and shoes.

My dress, stockings and bra quickly follow. No clothing except for panties in the house; Master’s first rule. My fingers tracing over my body as I undressed was a constant reminder of Master’s second rule: I was not permitted to touch myself before my visit. I’ve been horny all day at this point and desperate for release. Master’s hands grazing my side snapped my attention back to the present. “Hi Master,” I coo, eager for his hands to stay on my body. Read more »