Thursday, January 22, 2009
I recently had a call that was very different. I enjoy the different calls. I will only call him Master. Master calls me and starts to ask me what I look like. I tell him I am 5'5", big creamy 36C tits, firm white skin with a few freckles. Blue eyes and long red hair. Master asks what I like to wear when I go out, or wish to feel sexy. I mentioned black. He then prepares me for his desires. Dropping swiftly to the floor on my knees, hands clasped behind my back, placed along the indentation above my ass, chest pushed up, hips forward. Such a pretty little spectacle. Master produces a blindfold. Places it over my eyes. Asking for trust. I feel Masters fingertips on my skin. The touch inflames me. Just to have Masters' attention is making my breath faster. I feel the leather corset encircle me, the coolness and firmness of the material giving me goosebumps. The ties cinch tighter and tighter with every pull of his hands. My tits are pushed so far up and my exposed nipple are hard. I can feel it. My toes instinctively point when I feel the nylons slipping over them. Smoothly he pulls the silky material up and over my knee. His big hands licking flames against my pussy as he pulls it up and smooth over my thigh. Attaching it easily to the garters attached to the leather corset. By the time I feel both stockings and my foot sliding into a very high arched stiletto I am dripping wet and panting. Master admires his dressings as he slides his cock into my mouth. My mouth stretched open and so eager to please him. He slips his hand down the corset and his fingers press open my dripping wetness. Placing a finger in my pussy he demands UP! How awkward and embarassing as I try to teeter up onto those stilettos. I can not hold on to him. He walks me quickly like a pony across the room only his fingers buried in my cunt. I know I turned pink in shame. Which was to his total enjoyment. I could hear the smirk and satisfaction in his voice. Then he pulls the blindfold from my eyes. When I see myself I am disgusted. PINK. Inches and inches of pink. Nylons, corset and even the heels are shiny girly pink. I am totally embarassed to be dressed so pathetically girly. He sees the tears of anger and embarassment well up in my eyes. Master chuckles, completely amused. Dumb bitch. As I sob, he humiliates me for his enjoyment. He reaches for my face, kisses my forehead, my nose and eyelids. I slowly start to feel relief that his game may be over. He places his lips close to mine, I can only wait for his instructions. Kiss me. We kiss. His warm tongue boils the juices in me again. He pulls away, my eyes still closed I am alarmed by the slap. Sucking in all my breath and the tears hidden behind closed eyes. Would you like another kiss? Yes Master. The kiss, the slap, harder. Each time sweeter kiss, harder slap.....building him up. He loves the sound of cries. Feeling the total control and even the superiority to a girl so stupid to take his kiss KNOWING she will be slapped. But she feed him too. Letting him have that superiority and knowing she is only for his pleasure. Master gave me the ultimate gift of orgasm for being his submissive. The gratification of feeling and tasting him in his most vulnerable. Do you ever want to feel superior? Or do you ever wish to be controlled? Find out about yourself with exploration of the safest form. Ahhhh I love my job.