Latex is amazing.
It’s a like a second sexier skin than my own. Every touch, every brush of hand or cloth or toy against me feels so much more sensitive.
I think being suited in latex is my favorite feeling in the world. How else would I be able to go into public feeling so fully exposed yet completely covered at the same time.
Master loves it too. He loves running his fingers down my spine. feeling the resistance of his smacks against my ass. Knowing that that skin tight fabric makes everything sting so much more.
Even fucking takes on an entirely new feeling. Many of my suits have secret slits right along my pussy or nipples so that with a tug, pull, fold I’m now nude. Sensitive places on display to be tugged, pinched, or flicked. Maybe fucked, sucked, teased.
It’s such a wonderful feeling.
And my master understands me so well. He makes sure that underneath that skin tight suit I am stuffed with all manner of stretching, vibrating, teasing toys.
A plug for my ass, a vibrator in my pussy, and a little egg right up against my clit.
It makes my pussy a soaking wet mess. All that yummy girl cum trapped in the pants or panties of my suit. Making me feel as if I have pissed myself by the end of the day.
Master loves to watch me lick up my mess from the crotch and thighs of my pants after I remove them. Kneeling so my pussy is open, the air feels so much colder this way. Everything feels so new again.
I think Latex is my most favorite thing ever. Have you ever worn it?
It’s Master’s birthday!
It’s a tradition within the community to receive birthday spankings on your special day. Now, one can’t expect a dominant to do bend over and allow others to spank them so they have their submissive take it for them.
That’s what was happening tonight at the party to celebrate Master.
I was on a padded horse, ass bare and up in the air. My Master had promised 2 spankings for each person in attendance with a toy of their choice. So needless to say, I was afraid and excited all at the same time.
My Master was going last and I got a confirmation that I was ready and without a warning or warm up I felt the hard, cold, sharp slap of a metal paddle right across my ass. Whack!
I cried out, my body stiff as it worked to know how to react to this first hit when my Master brought be back. “What do you say?”
“One, thank you.” and then again on the other side.
“Ah! Two thank you!” then the next person came. The ran their bare hand over my already pink ass and then with a whistle of air I felt the sharp sting of a cane across both sides. A quick thwap! Thwap!
I whimpered, my pussy wet and everyone could sting but the cane still hurt like a bitch. It’s sting lingered and burned. “Three thank you. Four thank you!”
Then they stepped away and the next person came, and then the next.
I think through the course of the night I had almost 100 hard spankings and my Master’s hurt worst of all. My ass is so pretty though, I feel like I really earned the stripes I was given. I can’t wait until next year to see how my ass will turn out.
Master I need you.
This girl is lost when left alone. Master is what grounds her and makes her whole.
She knows no other duty than to serve her Master.
Please beat this girl. Show her the serenity found in pain.
Please fuck this girl. Use her body to mark and claim her as your own.
Please collar this girl. For this girl wants nothing more than to show her submission and servitude.
This girl will follow Master to the end of the world on her gilded chain if master so desires.
This girl wants nothing more than to be of service to Master.
Use this girl’s body as a device of pleasure, entertainment, or stress relief. This body is willing to all of Master’s desires.
Please Master.
Use this girl, fuck this girl, beat this girl, ensure that this girl thinks of no one but Master until he bores of her.
It’s a sad day for me as a pain slut phone sex whore.
I have no marks, no signs of my love of pain on me.
I am a blank canvas ready to be turned into art.
Take your tools and carve a masterpiece on my pale and smooth skin.
Give me the red, yellow, purple, green of bruises from your straps, paddles, crops, and canes.
Mark me with your teeth, hands, lips. Show others that I belong to only you.
Break my skin with your whips and tails, abuse me like the pain slut phone sex whore I am.
Brand me with fire and leave me scarred with your own designs.
Run the violet wand over my body and make me sizzle, shake, and shiver with the sting of electricity
Cut me with your knives, carve your name into my flesh and mark me so others know that I am yours.
Do with me anything that you wish knowing that I’m your little pain slut phone sex whore. Just save me from this hell. Turn me from a canvas into art in only the way that you can. For in this plain shell I am nothing, but within pain I become exquisite.
Master said he had a surprise for me today! I love his surprises. He wanted to make extra sure this one was nice. So he helped me prepare. Squeezing me into a super shiny latex bustier with matching gloves that went all up my arm and thigh high latex boots with a killer stiletto heel. He tied me to a padded horse, leaving me bent over. Ass in the air with legs and arms tied to wooden posts. Lastly he put a blindfold over my eyes, leaving me in the dark as I begun to hear his footsteps and new ones enter. I gasped as I felt a cockhead, hot with precum already hit my cheek. “Hello slut… What do you want?” said an unfamiliar voice. “Please let me have your cock.” I replied, feeling his cock head rub his precum into my cheek before he slapped my cheek again just a bit harder. Another person went behind me I could feel him rubbing his cock head up and down my pussy lips as the stranger in front said. “Again.” I moaned as I felt the strange cock enter me, it was a lot larger than I had anticipated and I felt my muscles stretch around him. “Please let me have your cock Sir.” I amended and and felt a shiver of pleasure run through me as he praised “Good girl.” he put his cock to my lips, pushing in as I opened them for him. One hand holding his cock steady while the other held the back of my head. I moaned as they both began to work in time, one fucking my throat and the other my pussy with abandon. Both groaning and cumming as one, buried to the hilt inside of both my holes. As soon as they pulled out another pair began. Leaving me to be fucked all night, all my holes to be filled with cum and my body to be dripping with it. I had no idea how I’d get off the horse in the morning, I was pretty sure I would be stuck to it by the time someone remembered to untie me. If they decided too, until then I was a happy little cum whore.
Today I met the most amazing man! Theodore came over today knowing just how much I loved to be hurt. He knew exactly what he was doing too! He didn’t waste any time before grabbing my pussy, His fingers gripping my bald mound with his fingernails digging into my clit. The pain was so intense, mixed with so much more. I should’ve whimpered and cried but I couldn’t… I came harder than I think I ever have before, his hands covered in my wetness as he pulled me to the floor by my soaking cunt. He looked pleased by my pathetic whimpers and moans. He asked me “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” and that tone in his voice contained so much danger that it made me wet all over again. I shook my head. My breath felt like it was stuck in my chest as he pulled out a knife. It was a small one only 3 or 4 inches long and thin, but it looked very sharp. He held it to my face, pressed the tip to my lips drawing a drop of blood. “Open your mouth.” I felt a shiver of fear go through me as I opened my lips for him, felt that cold metal pull across my lips. The sharp sting of the blade cutting me as he started to slowly pull it in and out. The knife ran along the inside of my cheeks slicing them like butter and making blood dribble from my lips and down my chin. “I’m going to fuck you with this.” he said, his voice was so calm that I felt another shiver go through me. I knew he meant it. He saw the fear, the quiver of my body, how much my pussy dripped wet with anticipation of that blade being put inside. Tracing the knife from my lip, the tip running across my chin, my chest, circling around my breast and nipple. Giving each a little flick. Just enough to make me moan, shiver, and cause a drop of blood on each. He drew it over my tummy, making me giggle from the tickle until he nicked my belly button also and continued his way down. Stopping on my pretty bald mound, right above my pussy lips. Pushing the tip into the soft flesh. The sharp sting shivered through my whole body and he watched me for a moment, rocking that knife back and forth. “Tell me you want it, tell me you want me to fuck your little cunt with my knife. Make it all bloody and mine.” I couldn’t help it, I was so wet and I just wanted to be fucked so bad by him. So I begged, like the whore I am. “Please fuck me… Please ruin my pussy…” Mmm, it’s such a good story, makes me wet just thinking of it. Maybe next time you’re free, give me a call and I can finish it for you?
My master is too nice to me! It’s his birthday and he promised that I would get something special. I never get special things on my own birthday let alone someone else’s. So… He threw his party and had me dress up in his favorite dark red corset, the one that leaves my boobs out and makes them look huge. It’s magic I tell you. And, that was it! Our friend Sarah came to me and she had some hemp rope that they dyed a pretty purple and it was way smaller than normal. I felt my pussy get wet, I knew that was going to be used on me and it would itch, burn, and hurt in all the right places. Master blindfolded me and Sarah took her time, starting with her chest harness, pinning my arms behind me in a reverse prayer, and tying my hair to that. It wasn’t until she started on the hip harness that I realized they were going to suspend me in a hogtied position. I nearly came right then and there, I knew everyone could see how wet I was because Master hit my ass hard and told me not to mess up the rope. Then he grabbed my jaw hard enough I could feel his fingers dig in, it was so hard not to cum but he said in his command voice I wasn’t allowed until he told me too. I swear, I whimpered, it ached so bad and I just wanted that release. I begged, please master, let me cum and he slapped hard across the face pulling my hair and yanking on my already tight arms. I knew not to say anything else, and I heard the metal clinks of the carbuncles as they prepared the rope and then my master’s strong hands support me as they pulled me off balance. Letting me hang as the rope dug into my thighs and pulled against my chest making it hard to breathe. A big tug, then another and I was up. Flying high the endorphins putting me into that floaty subspace I searched so hard for. Then I felt hands on my ass, my thighs, my feet. The cold wood of a worn paddle and a belt across my skin. I had no idea how many people there were, but I knew I was going to be in trouble because with that first hard whack across my ass… I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it for Master. Then another and another, I was hit everywhere all at once and all I could do was cry, moan, and beg for master to let me cum. Will you let me cum Master… Please?
Master has been talking about some strange things. He wants to knock me up. I’ve always wanted a sprog or two ofmy own. Then he tells me he wants us to have one of each; a boy and a girl. He will beat the mutant out of me if it’s the wrong sex; and then we will try again. Then he tells me about all the terrible things we’re going to do wih them. He has the hottest mother-son fantasies for me and our son. We’ll start him from the time he’s very small. From the time he is very young until he grows up and moves out, and maybe even past then, I will teach him to please a woman, and how to be pleased. I will teach him about his body and mine in sensual, sexual ways, and Master will teach him all about Domination. How women are the weaker sex, how women deserve to be beaten, whipped and controlled, and how they are to like it. And then our girl will come along; and it will be the opposite. Master will teach her the ins and outs of sex and love, and I will teach her Submission. How wonderful it is to be a pain slut, a dirty cum dumpster for her Master and all of his friends. How men have the dicks so they control everything, and that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We will make them experiment together; both for pleasure and for punishment. Got straight A’s? Great! Go fuck your sister. Beat someone up at school? Your brother is going to tie you up and flog you, while Daddy controls the tempo. I am so excited to grow life inside me and totally ruin it as soon as it comes out. The breeding starts next week sometime.
Master is out of town. He told me to stay here, locked up, away, for the whole week. It’s been so hard. I need the pain. I need the release. I went into our bathroom and found a pack of razor blades. I’d started cutting in middle school. My grades were bad and I was so lonely and cutting myself was a physical and sexual release. I would slice into my skin, watch the blood ooze out, and play with myself. I used to cut my arms, mainly, but I cut my stomach and thighs a few times. Just thinking about the razors piercing my skin got my pussy wet. I grabbed the blade tight between my thumb and forefinger and very slowly pressed it into my wrist. I drug it up my arm, the endorphins going wild. Why did I ever stop? It was such a rush! When the blood started seeping out of the second slice, I put the razor blade down and swept a finger through the redness and used it as lube to rub myself into an incredible bloody orgasm. I cut myself one final time and then lit a cigarette. I’m not usually a smoker but the seratonin and dopamine were surging through my system. I fingered myself as i smoked and I was close to cumming as the cigarette was coming to the end of its life. I used my cunt as an ashtray as I came, and the pain was extreme and exquisite. I flicked the butt into the toilet and passed out, coming to as the sun was setting in the small bathroom window. Sigh. Only 4 more days til he gets back.
My daddy was a cop, and my older sister and I would sometimes go down to the station after school. We’d sneak into the evidence room, and it was there I gained my fascination with handcuffs, torture devices and knives. Goddamn I love knives. One afternoon, my sister dragged me in there. She laid me over the cool metal table & cuffed my ankles and wrists to the legs. She slipped up the skirt of my school uniform and kissed my thighs. She reached my sopping cunny and started licking it, moving my panties to the side in desperation. She swirled her tongue on my clit and suddenly took a huge, vicious bite. She clamped down on my clit with her teeth and pulled hard. I screamed out in pain and pleasure as she stood up and spit in my face. She grabbed a small bag and poured the contents into a paper towel, which she wadded up and slipped deep inside me. “That’s cocaine” she explained, as if we hadn’t snorted it together 2 weeks ago. “The wetter your pussy gets, the faster it’ll absorb into your system” She knew I liked pain. This girl wanted me high, and quick. She grabbed a knife from a nearby counter.
She placed it on the corner of my mouth and pressed down gently. “why so serious?” she laughed and dragged the blade slowly down my chin and around my throat. She slid it down to my breasts, slowly circling my rock hard nipples and making slices in my areolas. My cunt started numbing, soaking in the cocaine. My head started spinning and I felt so happy and light. I started to giggle and she pressed the blade harder into my skin. She traced my stomach with the metal, moving in for a kiss. “How you feeling, sissy?” I laughed, absolutely euphoric. Her knife reached its destination, right between my thighs. She reached the cold blade in and removed the paper towel, cocaine totally dissolved. My cunt was numb and she fucked me with the blade as she occasionally tongued my clit. I squirted and laughed as I came, covering my sister with pussy juice tinged with blood. I’m so wet just thinking about this memory. I have a ton more, I’d love to tell you some.
