For a service slut yesterday was pretty much heaven. It might not have been the most intense day of orgasms ever, but It certainly left me feeling very fulfilled and satisfied indeed. I’m really seeing that my purpose is just to be at someone else’s beck and call – just existing for their pleasure. Though I still need to be stronger against my own feelings of desire.
I woke up with a frightening jolt this morning, and I definitely shrieked loudly. My heart was absolutely pounding, adrenaline coursing through me as I looked down at my painful ass. I saw Miss giggling as she held a stick with two prongs on the end and poked it back into my skin on the other cheek – I yelped and jumped again. Fuck, it was some sort of cattle prod thing. She did the same to the boy, and he yelped just the same.
“Morning cows” she giggled. “I’d call you a heifer, but then I’d have to call him a bull, and I think we all know that’s a long way from the truth” she laughed. She tossed our boxes over, each containing a weird looking butt plug. I could tell pretty fast what it must be – two metallic areas on either side evidently to give similar treatment to the prod deep inside us. Holy shit, I couldn’t believe it.