I open the door and place my bag near the desk where you have placed yours. You’re not here but that was to be expected, I glance at the clock before entering the bathroom. I stand looking at myself in the mirror as I undress making sure that I’m looking my best for you before going back into the room and choosing my spot to wait for your return.
I kneel, hands behind my back holding my wrists, shoulders back my head slightly dipped and then my eyes close and I concentrate on my breathing, focussing on clearing my mind of everything except the here and now, You, relaxing and waiting for the door to open.
I don’t have to wait long until I hear your key turn in the lock, a shiver of excitement runs though me and my pussy clenches and my nipples harden that little bit more.
I hear you walk towards me and I can’t help but smile.
“Good morning”
“Good morning Sir”
You stroke my hair as you stand before and I breathe in your scent. All trace of any worries I had in my head drift away at that moment and calmness falls over me.
“You may open your eyes Meg”
I open them looking up to meet your gaze, smiling I watch as you undress. Removing your shirt and placing it on the chair, your shoes and socks placed under the table and then your hands reach for your trouser button.
“Sir”
“Yes Meg”
“May I?”
“May you what? Meg”
“Please may I remove your trousers?”
You stand in front of me looking down into my eyes, seeing the desire in them, knowing what it is I want.
“You may”
I release my wrists and bring my hands up to your waist slowly moving my fingers to undo the button and then pulling the zip down, I ease your trousers down my hands lingering on your behind for just a brief moment before pulling them down to your ankles for you to step out off. My hands move back up to the waistband of your underwear hooking my thumbs inside before gently pulling them down too.
I rock back on my heels looking up, “May I?” I ask a little hopeful. “Please”
You smile at my eagerness, “No. Not yet.”
My pussy pulses, what is it about being denied that turns me on? I lower my gaze to your cock and bite down on my lower lip.
You turn and walk away, opening your bag you take out a camera and place it on the table before reaching in once more to take out something else that I can’t quite see. You turn back towards me and my eyes fall to your hands to see what you are holding.
My eyes light up at the sight of new clamps and I can’t stop the grin from appearing on my face. You smile at my delight and then I see that glint in your eyes that tell me I’m going to be enjoying these.
“Hands”
I quickly move my arms and hands back to position behind me. My shoulders once more pushed back and my breasts presented for you. You let the chain from the clamps touch my skin, the coolness making my already hard nipples harden further. I squirm excited, wanting. You walk behind me and lean down to whisper in my ear.
“Now Meg these are unlike your other clamps just remember that.”
My mind races back to the description you had sent me. The harder I resist the harder they pinch. Your hands come around to my breasts gently rubbing my nipples between your fingers and then as you attached the first of the clamps I let out a small gasp. It pinches my nipple perfectly taking me by surprise, I quickly gain my focus as you attach the second clamp. My head dips down as I take the pressure that is being applied. It hurts but then the hurt gives way to another sensation pleasure and as I adjust to the feeling my head rises again.
“Please Sir may I now?”
“May you now what?”
“Please Sir may I now taste your cock?”
Plain and simple you say No.
I wait and as I do I get wetter and wetter, desire coursing through me as I wait for your permission. I want to put my lips to your cock, I want to breathe you in to close my mouth around you, hard between my lips licking you till you pulse at my touch.
I want to hold you while I lick my way up to your head, licking all around as if your cock were an ice cream cone. Running my tongue all around the rim gently, flicking it over the opening slowly and then running it across the vein that pulses beneath it. Pushing just enough for a small droplet of precum to escape for me to taste.
You release one of my nipples from its clamp causing me to curse under my breath before quickly apologising. You rearrange the chain so that it goes up and around the back of my neck and twisted into my hair before you carefully attach the clamp once more to my nipple.
I lift my head slightly and in doing so feel the clamps tighten gently and with that my smile slowly wanes. You take hold of my hair, wrapping it around you hand and then you pull, pulling my head back. The clamps tighten harder and I fight with the feelings they give me. Pain courses though my nipples into my breasts and I lock my eyes onto yours. I need to focus to get through this sudden shift of discomfort that they bring.
“Good Girl” you say as you gently pull my hair tighter, holding me there as the clamps tighten, watching as the sensations flood though me and I struggle to regain my composure.
Slowly you loosen your grip and let the tension go loose once more, I drop my head forward exhaling as my nipples once more have less pressure on them.
You move so that you are once more standing before me, your cock inches from my face. I am still kneeling, still waiting.
“Sir please May I now?”
You step back and look down at me, “May you what?”
“Please Sir may I please suck your cock.”
“Beg Meg.”
I rock on my ankles, “Please Sir may I worship your cock? May I please have your permission Sir?”
You smile and step back around to stand behind me.
“You may Meg.”
I try to shuffle around but you reach for my hair once more, pulling my head back setting my nipples on fire. I yelp my breathing coming in little pants as I fight the pain. My chest rising and falling quickly as I digest the pain the clamps are causing.
“Nothing is ever easy Meg”
I swallow and then your cock is resting on my lips. I tilt my head back slightly so that I can open my mouth and have you on my tongue. I lick at your cock running my tongue over your head as much as I can reach. The angle of my head is not right I can’t get your cock in my mouth fully I can only like the tip and it frustrates me.
You are in control only allowing me so much before once more releasing my hair before coming round to face me again. I slowly bring my head back down relishing in the pain from the clamps, my pussy pulsing with each wave that flows from my nipples.
You allow my lips to once more taste your cock. I slide you into my mouth, up and down my tongue moves taking you further and further each time. You let me have my moment however brief before you once more take a firm control of me.
You make be beg once more until you know that I am aching for nothing else but your cock.
And then you grasp my hair and decide how far I can go. You push my head down hard so that all I can do is focus on relaxing my throat as I gag a little. You hold it there for a moment before slowly withdrawing until you are just on my lips once more. I lick my lips and then slowly go down a little at a time until you are buried in my mouth and then slowly I go back up releasing you, repeating this process taking you right in holding you there as my tongue feels every inch of you. Your hands grip my hair tighter you are back in control and you move quickly, in rhythm, up and down, you getting harder. Your cock hits the back of my throat once more I fight the gag as you hold yourself there as my eyes water. When I think I can’t go on you slowly inch out slightly before forcing yourself back in and holding yourself there once more and then repeating this act, up down up down up and down right down holding until I can’t take it no more and then back up.
And then you’re ready you pull out and I look up at you, “Please Sir please May I have your cum now”
You wait.
“Sir Please may I have your cum now.”
You tug at the chain making me gasp.
“Oh God Sir Please please may I have your cum.”
“Good Girl”
And then you fucking my face hard, in and out you go deeper and deeper with each thrust, my eyes streaming with every other thrust as my gag reflex fights your cock. My tongue can feel that vein throbbing and then with one more deep thrust you hold my head with you buried deep in my mouth and empty yourself down my throat.
“Good Girl, do not waste a drop.”
I swallow and as you slowly withdraw my tongue cleans you making sure that every last drop is tasted.
“Thank you Sir.”

I get asked from time to time to explain what submission is and I always start of by saying it means different things for different people. There are some people that see the photos that I post and think they can send a message to me and expect me to be this submissive from the text books, that I will automatically call them Sir and that I must be smacked right now, sorry to disappoint but that doesn’t get you anywhere with me, 98% of the time I don’t get past the first line of the message before I have closed it without replying. Yes I could indulge your fantasies but then I wouldn’t be getting anything out of it and I certainly wouldn’t be submitting to you. There are a few messages that intrigue me and have questions which I’m happy to try and answer from my perspective and these can even end with some role play of sorts. Then there are those few unlucky ones that have managed to catch me when my tolerance is low and end up getting a message back telling them exactly what I think of them.

Submission is ultimately a power exchange. I’m a strong woman who can and does do most things by myself but handling everything means I can over stretch myself trying to please everyone all of the time can be impossible. When I submit I hand over my control knowing I only have one person to please. I become exposed almost vulnerable as I let go of my frustrations, my fears, at times my guilt and insecurities. My desires and needs become known and Sir takes all of these things and more.

I submit out of sheer desire its part of who I am. I submit to calm the storms inside that at times feel like they will pull me apart. I can let down the walls I have, dismiss the guards and let myself truly relax knowing that I am safe and that nothing I let go off will be used against me.

Submission makes me feels centred and free. I can focus so much clearer after a scene then I could before and it makes me a better person, having tasks to fulfil keeps me on track with everything else; I can prioritise things so much better knowing that I have to be aware of my time to fulfil tasks to the best of my ability. There are no short cuts. If I fail to complete things not only do I let down Sir but I let down myself.

Some people don’t understand that if I am set a list of tasks then I will do them, just because I will not be seeing my Sir does not mean that I can go out for the day and then sit and write up my accounts of the tasks in a way as if I had completed them, yes I could and I’m sure that there are people that do but that takes me back to the roleplay scenario. For me if a task is set I will fulfil it. It’s knowing that by completing these tasks I am pleasing Sir.

Submission isn’t just about whips, clamps and sex, it’s about who I am and how I communicate with others. It’s me giving my power and control to another in a consensual exchange. It’s an exchange of the mind and heart that brings out a sense of fulfilment, a way of life. I feel centred, safe and free. I’m at peace with myself most of all I have a great sense of feeling whole.

The bottom line is it all comes down to trust and communication because submission exposes me, I reveal more and more about who I really am as time goes on and open up more willingly about my wants and desires.

Yes there is so much more when it comes to the physical side but without the trust and communication the physical side is just a bit of fun, kinky fuckery as its better known as. The physical side of submission is so much deeper than playing around with some bits or rope and handcuffs and that’s for another blog entry

Nice little 5 miler along the sea front to finish the day off

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Back to normality this week and the chance to grab some playtime and the camera without interruptions, as much as I've enjoyed the holidays its always good to get the house back to myself

My previous blog entry resulted in some rather interesting conversations with some fellow nudesters, one in particular had me trying to explain why I like fisting and the sensation it gives. I couldn’t find the words to describe it quite how I wanted to at the time so said I would write an entry on the subject and see if I could clarify my thoughts better for them on this subject.

Now to some the idea of being fisted does not fit with their personal preferences, maybe just the thought is enough to make you cross your legs tightly and vow that you are never going to try it how could you enjoy the act of someone slowly easing their fingers into you one at a time, stretching you as they manoeuvre theirs fingers as if they were going to cast a shadow on the wall of a duck.

No to some it holds no interest, there is nothing wrong with this each to their own but for me there is something so unbelievably erotic about the whole act that I’m glad to say that every now and then there is nothing quite like a fist easing its way into my pussy.

I can remember the very first time I was fisted, it happened after a particular great night out many moons ago. Myself and my OH had spent the evening with friends in our local, the walk home had been interesting to say the least and once home somehow (innocent look on face) the porn appeared on the TV. Now we had watched this particular video (yep that’s how long ago it was) a good few times and certain aspects of it had been acted out in the bedroom but the fisting scene we had only ever joked about with neither one of us owning up to the fact it had more than intrigued us. That night though I was all for trying it out and through some tactful moving on my part and obvious willingness on his it became the first night I had ever been fisted.

There’s something about that first time that made me feel incredibly dirty the following day, I had by all means enjoyed the act but I also felt like I had been the worse person for enjoying it. I wasn’t normal if I liked it, I could only imagine the look of horror on my friends faces if I told them that I’d tried fisting last night and admitted it was awesome. Somethings just aren’t seen as right and fisting at the time was one of them.

The next few weeks after that first time the OH tried to fist me again and at first I would be enjoying it but suddenly it would get to the point where I would have to stop. I suppose I had been brought up in this little bubble where anything other than straight forward sex was wrong, none of my friends had mentioned anything like it and I couldn’t get over that burning feeling of shame at the back of my thoughts for enjoying what was taboo for most. We ended up having a conversation about it one night where after the OH saying how I seemed to enjoy it, what was stopping me from doing it again I admitted that it felt wrong. His reply was simple, if I enjoyed it and he enjoyed it how could it be wrong? I smile now as this is probably one of the only times I’ll admit that he was right, how could it be wrong if we both enjoyed it?

Over the years I have learnt that I love fisting, yes there has been a few times where I have second guessed my feelings towards it but I can’t deny it, I love every once in a while to feel that overwhelming fullness that only a fist can achieve.

Now it’s not about being unsatisfied with a cock in my pussy and it’s not a size issue with cock either, it’s about the feeling of being helpless as my pussy envelopes around a wrist, freezing me on the spot for that split second before my body is over taken with the biggest rush of feelings exploding over it.

The build-up of having someone playing with your pussy until you are in that space where all your senses are heightened, the anticipation as slowly another finger slides into me, filling my pussy until another finger joins in. That moment when the fingers slide out leaving me wanting more and then feeling the knuckles of a fist easing into the entrance of my pussy.

Laying there with my legs spread wide fully exposed and all the focus on me is at times quite overwhelming but once I have got past that it is replaced with nothing but pleasure, my skin tingles, goose bumps appear and all the cares in the world float off into the distance. Distractions gone I can pick up on all the different sensations that curse though me.

I have only been fisted by 2 people, it comes down to a trust issue and I have to know that the other person is as into it as I am. There is a certain intensity that it brings with it. The moment my pussy feels those knuckles pressing against my lips it naturally tightens up in anticipation, slowly relaxing as the pressure builds and then eases as entry is achieved. The fullness in those first few moments takes my breath away, it sends me soaring high as slowly my pussy is stretched to accommodate the fist wanting to fill me. Slowly my pussy opens up letting the fist further in until it sits there inside with my lips closing around its wrist. Now at that point I like to just feel, feel everything within me and revel in it before going any further to take just that little moment to register all the feelings that emit from the fullness in my pussy and then and only then to slowly move taking that little bit more inside and then that bit more moving faster until I give up that last little bit of control to the other person.

They take over and push deeper into me. A chill passes across my skin before exploding into a soaring heat and then I am flying lost in the moment. My hand reaches down and rests on his arm, feeling the muscles in his forearm tighten with each long thrust as he pounds into me.

Completely theirs… lost and only to be found once again when they release me. Once I have been granted the most unbelievable orgasm with their fist deep inside, fingers moving, knuckles pushing against me turning this way and then that. My mind completely taken over with the thundering waves crashing down from my clit, my pussy pulsing grasping tightly around the wrist, my fingers gripping hold of the bed sheets as I fight to contain the groans of pleasure. And then as the orgasm slowly calms the slow release as I feel him begin to pull out, gasping as he nears the knuckles once more to the tight entrance trying to relax which is near impossible as the next orgasm starts to build…waiting until he has removed his fist from me and cumming all over again my clit aching from the strong pulses that show no sign of stopping.

And that is why no matter what others think I love fisting….

x

Last night I got around to ordering a new toy that I had been mulling over for some time, I also had a little browse and added a little something else before heading to the checkout.

Now when I logged off I was feeling rather pleased with myself and excited at the prospect of a nice little or not so little as the case may be parcel next week, this soon wore off when I received my confirmation email this morning.

Looking at the email I saw all the order was correct but then where my address should have been was my parents! Yes the last time I had used PayPal was buying stuff for them and I hadn’t clicked on the different delivery address out of my haste to pay before I changed my mind.

Cue sheer panic!!

I quickly logged back into the site opened up my account and clicked on the order to find I was unable to change anything. By this point I am slightly flustered thinking my mum or worst my dad are going to receive a parcel that would probably give them a frigging heart attack and just the thought of trying to explain to them that it was mine made me go cold.

Searching for the contact button I fire of an email explaining how my address was incorrect and could they please rectify it before sending only to get an automated reply informing me that they had received my email and they endeavour to reply within 2 days, 2 days!! By which point my lovely new toy would be bubble wrapped in a box and already on its way.

Cue even more panic and lots of swearing. There was only one thing left to do and that was the dreaded phone call to customer services. Now I know they must have enquiry’s all the time and they have heard it all before but as I sat there with my phone in hand I couldn’t help but chuckle and swallow my pride as I dialled the number.

“Hello and welcome to our customer services please listen to the options and select the one you require.”

I sat listening waiting for the “I was in a hurry and seriously fucked up the delivery address option” trying to compose myself for the inevitable awkward conversation.

“Please press 4 if you require assistance with an order.”

Assistance hell I needed more than that!

And then instead of the computer a voice appears on the line.

“Hello how can I help you?”

“Um Hello (I sure as hell hope you can help), I placed an order last night and on my confirmation email I have seen that the delivery address is wrong could we please rectify that?.”

“Certainly can I have your customer number please and I’ll take a look for you.”

I reel of my account number while trying to sound perfectly blasé about it.

“Oh yes am I speaking to Mrs spends too much time perving”

“Indeed you are”

“And your date of birth please for security purposes”

I tell the nice lady my date of birth before she then asks for the order number. Now this is where I imagine her sitting there staring at the screen reading the items and thinking that I must be a right dirty girl oh what am I saying dirty slut is really what she must be thinking and I squirm waiting for the nice easy question of “what address would you like it sent to?” but no weather it’s protocol or not she has to read out my order getting me to confirm each item first.

“So we have ………bra in black”

“Yep that’s right I haven’t got a problem with what I’ve ordered just the address” trying desperately to stop her from continuing and just to change the address.

“I understand I just need to confirm your items, we also have …….stockings…..*****….*****”

“Yes that’s right, yep that to and yes and that”

Now at this point there is only one item left for her to confirm I hold my breath waiting for her to relay to me the last item, the most important item and the whole reason I was a bit too excited to notice the address problem in the first place.

“And lastly we have the 14” realistic fist dildo”

Oh my god let the ground swallow me up now; a nervous chuckle escapes my lips as I confirm that yes I had ordered it for all my sins.

“So the address 27 parents road, mum and dad’s house, you fucked up, hahahaha… is incorrect?”

“Yes oh god it is” I ramble, explaining my issue to her and swear I can hear her smirking at me down the phone line.

“So you would like it delivered to your billing address which is 69 Horny road, Orgasms a plenty, Slutsville?”

“Yes please that’s the correct address”

Tap tap tap from her end on the phone before I hear her confirm it once more.

“And that is definitely sorted the parcel will come here and hasn’t already been dispatched?”

“No it is still being processed and I can assure you the address has now been changed for you, you should receive it in the next 7-10 working days.”

Exhale and breathe!

“Oh thank you that’s great.”

“Is there anything else we can do for you today Meg?”

“Nope that is everything thank you very much you have been a great help.”

“Your welcome, enjoy the rest of your day.”

Oh I will thank you muchly I say before putting the phone down and dissolving into laughter with the relief that I had thankfully spotted the error and managed to divert a disaster and possible disowning!

Lessons learnt today.

When ordering sex toys and underwear ALWAYS double no triple check the delivery address! God only knows how I would have got out of that predicament!!

Mondays the least liked day of the week for most including me. I resolved to change that today for myself anyway; I cleared my morning of any commitments giving me time to relax in peace and pondered the idea of my next set of photos.

Every so often I receive a PM or IM requesting various photos that people would like to see sometimes I oblige especially if the shot is easy other times the request gets put on my to do list (and boy is that a list) just lately though I have been making more of a conscious effort to interact more within the realms of NN.

Now my need and desire to please Sir has me pushing myself in new ways, stepping out of my own comfort zone to experience more from myself and at times others, and it’s this that has me thinking more about the different photos to post. Most recently I’ve been asked for photos of my legs, preferable in stockings and heels but not essential and I questioned myself. I always have my legs covered up, jeans are my best friend and if I was choosing legs probably would not be on my list of next photos to do but why shouldn’t I do a few leg shots?

So with these photos in mind I settled down naked on my bed and logged into NN. Initially having a good browse through the photos first and then attempting to write a blog entry to make up for the slight lack of any these last couple of weeks (apologies for the rambled post previous to this) and then on to browsing leg photos for some inspiration.

My undoing this morning was being online for IM’s *chuckles* a fellow Nudester struck up conversation and before you know it most of the morning had passed with not a shred of a photo in sight, now I’m not complaining I had a smile on my face, enjoyed the chatting and as I said goodbye I contemplated leaving photo’s for another day except at the back of my head there was that little thought of slacking on my part.

So many times I say I will post new pics up and then I get carried away with chatting or I hurry them therefore they are not the best I could produce or even judging them to harshly and not posting any at all. Thinking of this I chose to experiment more with the black and white category whilst trying to get my legs in the picture at the same time. Clearly more time is needed and I found myself getting frustrated when I looked at the clock and saw I needed to be at work, I checked the photos I had taken choosing 2 to post for now to test the waters so to speak before once again getting dressed and heading to work.

Lessons learnt today…

When planning on taking photos make sure to be offline so no distractions however good they may be interrupt

I’m liking the black and white photos and the differences they make me see in myself.

I need to invest in a new camera if anyone can recommend one to save me a whole lot of time in my decision making then please feel free to pm me your recommendations.

Tomorrow is another day perhaps those leg shots will get done properly! x

So as always work and life have been distracting and I have somewhat failed at keeping my blog up to date which I'm going to attempt to rectify now cue some random ramblings

Firstly weekly orgasms, so the goal being at least 4 a week seems to be going well it's the recording them here that isn't so something to work on.
Last week I found the time to record a pleasant video for Sir which gave evidence of 3 orgasms and got me trying to think of ways to record a video to post here for all to see. I'm still working on that

Photo's
I seem to be posting a little more regular now which can only be a good thing *grins* and am looking forward to experimenting more with black and white images as the quick random one I did the other day seems to have gone down well amongst fellow Newbies.

PM's and friend requests.
There's nothing quite like that little buzz you get when you log in and see the little envelope flashing in the mornings. Now I like getting pm's and do my best to reply to almost all of them weather that's thanking someone for the compliments or engaging into a conversation I believe if someone takes the time to show a interest its only good manners to reply. Now friend requests are dealt with slightly differently and I can have requests waiting to be decided on for some time. I'm not here to add as many random people to my friends list as possible, I like to know that the people on my list are those that I interact with be that privately or though status and then there are those that comment on my photos that request me as a friend to keep up to date with new photos etc. The ones I decline are from people that have empty profiles, it takes 5 minutes to fill in that small section and upload a photo which by the way does not have to include your most intimate body parts I also reject pm's that make demands from the offset I'm sure there are not many men or ladies for that matter who would see someone in real life and their first words are "I'm going to fuck you so hard right now" or something to that effect ok normally worse then that but you get the picture lol. The same goes for the people who see me in chat/status or have read my blog and think they know what I like and think I'm going to drop to my knees for them, sorry to disappoint but no I don't work like that and shooting me a message telling me to get on my knees and open wide whilst trying to pretend you know what your doing will be met with a quick touch of the delete button.

Anyhow I'm now off to contemplate what photo's to take before heading of to work. Enjoy Newbies x

I need a break and so for 10minutes I’m left to relax, it’s strange how after doing nothing but focus be it on myself, my feelings, Sir’s words, that after the first few minutes I sort of flounder. I don’t no can’t relax, my body is already set to high on the tremor scale of orgasms and I feel lost without Sir.

I lay down on the bed and place my little vibe on my clit as I had nothing but thoughts going through my head. What would I be doing next? I need to order a new toy that I’ve wanted for ages? Why didn’t I order the toy with my last ones? Question after question run through my mind as I lay and wait for Sir to return.

“How are you currently stimulating yourself?”

I grin and tell Sir and then blurt out some of my thoughts before regaining my composure and focus.

“You can add your other vibe as well, and then close your eyes and focus.”

“Yes Sir”

I focus on all my feelings, I focus on being completely exposed, I focus on presenting myself to Sir correctly, wet and ready for whatever Sir desires. Ready to have cock presented to me if Sir so chooses. I focus on being everything I am and everything I can be. I focus on all my desires the more I lie there playing with myself the more I want, Sir’s cock in my mouth, a cock in my pussy. The more aroused I get the more I want and need.

Sir's telling me to focus, to let myself go with the needs that flow within me. Pushing me for more, encouraging more and more from me, feeding my desires. Telling me I have so much more inside.

“Sir’s desiring slut”

In that sentence I find myself working harder on myself so close to cumming I don’t think I can hold it back.

“Will you take everything and anything Meg?”

“Yes Sir I will, I will take anything and everything Sir.”

And I would right then I wanted it all. Anything that Sir wanted I would fulfil for him, I would do anything to please and serve him in that moment.

“Good girl now say it again, mean it, say it louder and listen to your voice how it begs to please.”

I repeat the words over out loud, listening to the want in them the longing and the desire.

“Now push and have trust in yourself that you Will Not cum until I allow you.”

“Yes Sir.”

I keep working on the growing sensations within me, plunging the vibe in and out of my pussy which by this time is wet and aching to cum, I force myself to hold back the orgasm, to swallow every wave back down and not let it spill and take me over. I writher and moan on the bed not knowing how much longer my focus and determination will hold back all the sensations within me.

“Do you want to cum?”

Oh god did I want to cum, I wanted that orgasm with every fibre in my body, I wanted to let my clit finally explode into a mass of electric shocks up and over my body, I wanted every inch of me bursting as that orgasm flowed free at last.

“Yes Sir I would like to cum please.”

“Then work for it, earn it, show me every last inch of your body alive and wanting to cum, let me hear you, listen to your own voice, do you truly need it?”

I work my pussy harder rocking my hips as I fuck myself with the vibe, wanting so desperately to show Sir how much I wanted to cum. I listen to myself as I beg to cum, hearing the desperation in my voice. The pleading in my voice as my body threatens to take back the control it had handed over.

There is something so liberating in giving yourself to someone, knowing that they will push you to the edge and then some, all the time taking you higher and higher, pushing you to do better to strive for more and more. Handing them all control and trusting them with your body, to give you so much more than you can achieve yourself. You know that they will not let you fail, the constant pushing yourself awakening every last ounce of your soul.

“Drop the vibrators, lie back and hold open my pussy and cum as you hold it there, cum for me Med, feel my pussy clutching at the nothingness as you hold yourself open, ready to be fucked.”

I lie there holding my pussy wide, throbbing at the sudden loss of the vibes, thrusting up towards empty space and I finally cum, oh god I shudder as spasm after spasm explode within me, my clit bursting, throbbing as it convulses with pleasure.

“Hold it open and allow yourself to cum again, I want you counting each orgasm.”

I focus on my pussy feeding from the neediness of it and let myself cum again, letting myself be taken over by nothing other than pure pleasure.

“Don't let yourself relax, find me a third, just by lying there holding open my pussy, held open ready to be taken over and over, that’s right Meg.”

Again and again I build those feelings back up, not letting them die, letting the spasms just control me until 3, 4, 5 orgasms have be set free. I’m soaring higher with each one, never letting myself relax I keep going my mind took over by Sir’s words his demands. In that moment there is absolutely nothing but his words that matter, his words that keep me going that keep me in such a state of arousal.

“1 more like that Meg, find me one more and now spread your legs wide, feel the muscles stretching as you expose yourself, beg for a cock inside you, clever girl now take your large dildo and plunge it in hard and fast Meg, plunge it in, slam it there, feel every thrust and shudder, pound my pussy deep and hard, so deserving, feel it, want it harder, love the way it shafts you so deep, there’s more Meg, so much more pent up in you, drive yourself, don't relax, not for one moment.”

I do as I’m told, I fuck myself with the dildo, thrusting it into my oh so willing pussy. I fuck it taking it into me as hard and deep as I can and then some. Oh God I want so much yet I want to stop I don’t know how much I can take, my body is just not my own now to control but Sir's as orgasm after orgasm emit from it. I still count each one out loud, I find myself begging for cock in my mouth in my pussy oh god I just want to be fucked and taken over and over again. I don’t even know what number I am on now, confused I know I am about to miss count how I have no idea apart from the fear of disappointing Sir so instead I repeat myself. It’s strange how much I am not here that my mind knows not to let Sir down.

I hear Sir call me Good Girl, though the haze of yet another orgasm, how many more can I take how many more are left within me?

“Now remove it and lie there holding your pussy open once more, feel it clutching, feel the muscles in your whole body quivering, do you love to cum?”

Oh my god did I, “Yes Sir I love to cum Sir.”

I hear the raw desire in my voice not wanting to let this feeling go, still so needy yet exhausted from the sheer mountain of feelings that course though me.

“Then find me one more, just as you are, lie there, hold your pussy open wide.”

I lie there clutching at my pussy holding it wide open as it throbs from the use it has had, focussing on the feelings as I allow them to build up once more, I don’t know how it is possible to orgasm when I have already came so many times, how on each am I going to manage enough but as I lie there and the throbs meld together once more I know I can. I focus harder building them up focussing on the way my nipples are aching as each little ripple from my clit and pussy finds its way to them and then when I am at the point where I have no idea what is happening in me there it is, that last god almighty orgasm screaming free into each and every nerve ending setting me alight, oh god oh god oh god.

“Good girl, now you can relax, slowly, let yourself relax and don't rush anything, remove the band on your nipple and relax Good Girl.”

I lie there catching my breath as the orgasm shows no side of going, my pussy on fire from the overload of sensations it’s had, I reach up to my nipple having not even realised it was still banded, my fingers shaking as I try to ease it off and then as I do my nipple engulfed by the rush of blood feels like it will burst, the delicious ache pulsing in it oh how I love the mixture of pain and pleasure right at that moment. Aftershocks continue as I try to slow down the throbbing moaning as I reconnect myself coming back down from the almighty high Sir had just given me.

I lie there the all familiar cold shakes starting as I relax, my legs aching my pussy still throbbing, my whole body taking in all the feelings and shudders.
We fall into easy chat as I relax there in the bed tired and worn out yet to wired to snooze.

“By the way 13 was the final number, you lost count…”

We both say it at the same time “11 twice”

“I thought I'd just let you go with it and sort out the reality later, you were not in the zone to be confused by un-necessary bits right then.”

See even then when he could so easily have demanded more from me, he knew what was best.

13 orgasms all make the last few weeks of edging worth every minute; I’m lying in a glow of contentment, happy and a smile well and truly on my face. It feels good to be Sir’s.

After a long 48hrs this morning finally came round and with it came excitement. Today would be the day where I would finally be able to share my orgasm with Sir.

I woke having slept with my anal beads inserted after all it was Sir’s wishes that I keep myself stimulated at all times until He saw fit that I deserved the orgasm I had worked so hard for. Getting up I hurried about making sure that I had sorted everyone out before going upstairs to dress.

I stood in my bedroom hesitating on what to wear my mind somewhat lacking the full focus I wanted it to have and I second guessed my decision. I leant over my bed and slowly removed the beads, each one making me shudder as my arse released it. Straightening myself I took out my small vibe, put on my underwear and inserted the vibe so that it nestled against my clit slowing humming away. I finished getting dressed and then I am ready to say Good morning to Sir.

Sir appears asking if I had slept well and inquired into how I was feeling before suggesting that my nipples would help me focus if they were banded and braless. I grinned yep I knew I shouldn’t have hesitated earlier when I had put my bra on. I quickly find the bands and attached them to my nipples looping them over 5 times so that they are snug as my nipples harden and then replace my top.

Sir then tells me I would need to purchase a drinks bottle but first I was to stand before my mirror, remove my top and drop my jeans and underwear before giving my pussy 100 thrusts with my dildo. I was to watch myself and how I reacted to each thrust of the dildo as it plunged into my pussy before getting dressed again still keeping the vibrator in my underwear.

I stood and got undressed, picked up my dildo and then slowly and deliberately pushed it into my pussy. Standing there with my back straight and my legs spread I watched as I pushed the dildo between lips into my pussy silently counting each thrust in my head as I watched myself. Seeing my nipples swell even more against the bands, catching sight of my posture and correcting it so I was presenting myself in the proper manner. My pussy growing wet the more thrusts that penetrated it, my skin tingled with excitement as I watched enjoying the view that looked back from the mirror. 100 thrusts and then I got dressed being careful to replace my vibe in my underwear, keeping my pussy needy and desiring.

It was then time for me to go to the shop for the required bottle, whilst there I was to think about what I liked about watching myself, dutifully I left grinning, knowing why I would be needing the bottle and thinking to myself how I could put into words for Sir my feelings.

By the time I got home again my nipples were burning and aching from being banded, I quickly got undressed, clothes were not going to be needed anymore until much later. I prepared the toys on the bed lining them up, vibe, anal hook, rope, flogger, egg and dildo. I speak out how I would like to unband my left nipple slightly its burning more and more and I’m finding it a distraction.

Sir speaks

“Kneel on the bed and place your pussy over the top of the bottle, kneel up straight with the bottle nestled in my pussy”

I do as I’m told.

“Now you may take one twist out of the band before telling me why you enjoyed watching the dildo plunging into you.”

I Thank Sir and quickly loosen the band, feeling the slight release flood my nipple replacing the burning with a delicious ache. And then I try to find the words to explain my thoughts, I wriggle on the bottle trying to compose myself, trying to think and yet I’m over thinking at the same time.

“Sit down on the bottle, maybe it will help you to think.”

I sit down slowly

“All the way down, better now back up hold it there and now tell me why you enjoyed watching yourself with the dildo.”

I slowly ease myself down on the bottle thanking Sir once it is fully inside of me and then slowly I sit back up again. “I liked seeing how my pussy enveloped the dildo Sir, I liked watching myself Sir” wriggling on the bottle on the bottle as I spoke.

“But what specifically about watching did you enjoy?”

“I liked watching myself being used Sir”

“Ok but do you actually feel that (as in seeing yourself being used)?”

I struggle with the question as my pussy desires more stalling as I try and focus more on Sir’s question and less on my pussy.

“You said you liked seeing yourself being used and I was questioning whether you really meant that or you were just saying it.”

I wasn’t just saying it I meant every word I said and I tried to express myself better I just couldn’t find the words quick enough.

“Almost, that’s better, keep thinking, now Down”

I slide myself down on the bottle thanking Sir once it was fully inside of me.

“Up….Good Girl now down again.”

I sit back down fully on the bottle and with that my words flow, “Yes Sir I can see myself being used, I am to be used, I would like to be used Sir, I want to have people use me use, I want you to have other people use me.” With those words came honesty, I wouldn’t say something just because I thought it was what Sir wanted to hear I would only admit to what I actually felt and wanted.

“Up, ok I want you to think about your hook and how you might attach it to your shoulders. You could run a rope through the hook and then bring it around the front of your body, crossing and then behind your head. Alternatively you could just run a loop from the hook straight up your back and around your neck but it would be on the front not the back….Down….Up….Down….Up….”

I struggle to compute the words as the bottle fills my pussy over and over again, confusing me such a simple request as its muddled by the feelings growing in my pussy. I think about how I’m going to attach the anal hook with the ropes and I seem to think it would be easy.

“Up….Down….Up….Down…Up….Down.”

Every time I am down I thank Sir for the pleasure the bottle gives me as it fills my pussy.

“Tell me how you’re going to attach the hook?”

I tell Sir my plans as he continues to command me up and down on the bottle and then Im asked to attach the anal hook.
I lubed up the hook and gently twist it into my arse slowly, letting my body relax from the tension that it brings, the coldness pushing into me and then slowly filling my arse. I breathe I love the feeling it gives me. And then I resume my position kneeling on the bed with the bottle resting just at the entrance of my pussy. I hear the word “Down” and slowly edge the bottle in as I do I lose focus all I can feel is the bottle pressing against the ball off the hook pushing against it not in a entirely pleasing way, my pussy clamps around the bottle trying to stop it as it feeds its way harder against the pressure the ball had caused. I struggle with my senses until the bottle has eased passed deeper inside of me where it is much more enjoyable I relax some and Thank Sir once more for having my pussy filled. “Up.” I slowly ease up waiting for that pressure once more as the bottle reaches it and slides past it until it rests once more at the entrance. “Down”, I brace myself this time as I ease back down the bottle trying to relax before the up and coming pressure hits and then bang there it is again the bottle connects inside of me with the hook, barely anything between as they grind to a near stop and then with a bit more force the bottle pops past and deep into my pussy, I let go of the breath I had been holding “Thank you Sir”.

“Do you feel the need to orgasm?”

I sit focussing on all the sensations inside of me the stretching, the fullness, and the anticipation when I first slide the bottle in and then again just before it comes out. I smile I want to say yes but at that moment I didn’t want to, the need yes was deep inside of me but I didn’t want it at that moment. I say no and then am asked to say why I thought that was before Sir calls me a defeatist which I instantly wanted to object I didn’t think I was a defeatist at that moment. Yes I wanted to orgasm but I felt it was to soon, never has Sir let me cum this early into a session and so I had kept the need to orgasm at bay, focussing on every other sensation other than that one need that I wanted so badly. In truth if I focussed on the need to orgasm then I would lose myself and everything that was going on instead my mind would just scream at me orgasm orgasm orgasm. I express my thoughts as Sir once again says down and I slide down onto the bottle letting his words go through my mind as the fullness takes over once more, now that Sir has mentioned orgasm as feared it is all my mind thinks, my pussy aching as it grips the bottle as my arse is being stretched, my clit pulsing wanted more, my legs starting to ache. And then I hear “Up” and I slide up once more, moving trying to focus trying to ignore my needs.

I’m instructed to change position but first I had to replace the bottle with my large dildo before lying back on the bed. I think to myself that it would be a little easier now the circumference of the dildo is slightly less than the bottle. I insert it the pressure no different as it moves pass the anal hook and then I lay back. The hook pushing against the inside of my pussy even more, oh god this wasn’t going to help this was going to be just as bad, I say bad but it’s more of a nagging feeling I can’t describe how it feels except that its enjoyable but not at the same time, I didn’t want to request to remove the hook but I did feel like I wanted a less intrusive feeling as the dildo slides past the hook.

“Now you will take the dildo in both hands and start to plunge it into yourself, I want to see slow deliberate thrusts, each one with meaning.”

“Yes Sir”

After the first few thrusts of the dildo my pussy finally fully accepts what has been asked of it and the pressure that seemed to have been such an issue with my mind now eases, I take long hard deliberate thrusts into my pussy, relaxing with each once, relishing the fullness that they create, wanting more and more with every single thrust. I focus on the feelings inside, the desires that start to surface and make themselves known, I feel myself need and want more as my pussy grows wetter and wetter. Losing my guard with every single thrust I give myself letting go of everything but that sheer desire to please Sir.

Sir is talking now feeding my desires with his own, encouraging me to be free to accept the things that I truly want. Describing how He wants my pussy wet and willing to accept his fist, to accept cock be it anybody’s, asking me to describe what it is that I now want and my feelings once more.

“I want a cock Sir, I want a cock in my pussy. A wide hard cock filling my pussy, thrusting in deeply.”
“I want it faster Sir, I want him to cum deep inside of me, I want to feel him cum and fill my pussy, I want him using my pussy as you watch on Sir.” And then I’m begging for it, begging to have that cock cum inside of me, begging the stranger to fuck me harder and faster until my pussy clamps around it as he empty’s his cum inside me. Holding the dildo tightly with my pussy as the sensations flood over me, holding back the orgasm that threatens to give way. I lay there holding my pussy open as my pussy throbs, I want more I want another cock inside of me again I’m pleading, “Please can I have more cock, I need more cock please, Please Sir can I have more cock in my pussy.”
And so once more another cock comes this time hard and fast, thrusting into me quickly making me buck my hips in time to the fast thrusts within. Begging for more cum to be inside of me begging to be fucked harder and harder. Oh god no I really want to cum, I want to cum as my pussy is full, I want to cum over and over again.

“Now take a vibrator into your hand, turn it on, remove the dildo and replace it with the vibrator, now you're going to lay there, eyes closed and just enjoy the sensations.”

I do as I am told, lying there with a vibrator inside of my throbbing pussy, my thoughts swirling around in my head. I have so many things I want to say in that moment, I have demands even but I keep them all inside focussing on the vibrations taking hold of my pussy my clit my body. I am moving with them wanting more and more I can feel myself building them up storing them wanting them to burst out over me. I don’t know how long I lie there with my eyes closed, long enough to edge so closely to orgasm, I lose myself in the moment letting my body feed upon itself, taking every ounce of pleasure from the pulses, from the short bursts of shocks that flow over me.

“Stand next to the bed give me 100 thrusts of your dildo, and then you will lie back down and continue as you are.”

“Yes Sir.” I struggle to my feet and start to thrust the dildo into my pussy once more, I tighten around it, one hand holding onto the rope behind my back, big mistake I manage to untie it and I struggle knowing I need to be presenting myself properly but I’m wanting to continue I’m wanting the thrusts in my pussy I losing myself in the moment I’m trying to thrust the dildo pass the pressure once more letting me lose the focus and instead locking onto the pressure until I hear Sir tell me to sort the rope out, to put down the dildo and to use my fingers instead. I quickly tie it once more only this time making sure that I’m holding on to the right part so not to untie it once more. The thrusts starting again with my fingers this time, from the beginning 1.2.3….24.25.26…44.45…70.. Every so often Sir asking me to give me 10 faster deeper thrusts. On and on I pound my pussy revelling in the feeling of being used, filled, on display, fucked, and then all over again until I reach 100 and lie back down onto the bed my legs shaking.

“You may remove the hook.”

“Oh yes thank you Sir” grateful to ease it out of my arse.

“Now take the bottle and slide it inside you.”

I slowly slide the bottle once more inside of me, letting my pussy feel it stretching as it goes deeper and fills me, in and out, in and out, my pussy enjoying the fullness even without the anal hook there. I want more my pussy wanting more with each slow thrust and then I’m going faster, I’m fucking myself harder and faster with the bottle not getting enough wanting so much more. Wanting Sir’s fist inside of me, wanting to look as his fist stretches me open and wraps around him taking more with ever push of my hips, seeing his wrist growing shorter the more he eases into me.

“Now remove the bottle and use your hand instead, Kneel on the bed and slide down onto your fingers.”

Oh god I want it right now, I want more and more inside of me, I want to feel myself stretched more and more to have it all fucking me right then.

“Lie back and continue.”

I do as I’m told, my legs spread wide, the desire to cum almost to much my thoughts have been took over by desires, and I lie there fucking myself.

“Good Girl, now add your vibe inside you and continue to work on your clit.”

I carry on focusing on my clit pulsing beneath my fingers, my pussy clenched around the vibe, my body taking over getting what it longs for.

Grins, I finally received my 3rd helping of cum last night.

I’d gone to bed with the full intention of being fucked, I had lain next to him stroking his cock, kissing him giving him 100% of my attention so that he was nice and relaxed. His cock hard in my hand, enjoying it all. I straddled his legs and moved my mouth down to meet his cock, tasting the little droplets of pre cum on my lips, enjoying having a cock in my mouth, my pussy alive and pulsing at the mere thoughts running through my mind. I moved a hand down to play with myself as I sucked spending time just enjoying having my mouth full, his hands reached down holding my shoulders I knew if I didn’t move soon then this would have been as far as I got.

I lifted my head up and moved further up his body laying kisses as I went until I met his mouth, hungrily wanting so much more then, my pussy wet and ready. Rubbing against his cock until he pushed my shoulders up and muttered to me. I made no attempt at moving from where I was instead I slid his cock into my pussy and tightened around him speaking to him as I slowly rode his cock, trying to fathom out just what his problem was until he pushed against me making me gasp as he thrust hard up into my pussy only then to roll and pin me down hands on my wrists cock still twitching away inside of me. Words got exchanged as I laid there under him.

I wasn’t getting the fuck I so desperately needed. Instead he moved off of me and laid back down his hand on my breast gently cupping it whilst his fingers tweaked my nipples, his cock twitching against my leg. I knew he wanted to cum that much was obvious.

It’s at that point that I wrestled with my thoughts the stubborn side of me just wanting to roll onto my side and let him get on with pleasing himself after all I had needs to, but I wanted to receive his cum somewhere anywhere right now if I didn’t then it would be days again before I would be able to try once more. I let go of the thoughts that swirled inside my head and focused on one thing, the need to gain his cum so that I could show Sir, please Sir that I had done what was needed and with that in my mind I started to play with myself once more.

I shuffled down the bed as the hand on my tit squeezed and pulled me towards his cock, he wanted to cum on them, I listened to his breathing and sped up my fingers matching his strokes, my clit swelling from arousal. When I knew he was close to cumming I moved so that my mouth covered his cock, hearing the groan come from his mouth as instead of my tits receiving his cum it was my choice and my mouth took it all. Once more words are spoken and I lay there my mouth full unable to answer back, accepting the fact I had managed to piss him off yet again. I waited till he'd finished before leaving the bed so that I could take a photo of my mouth full evidence for Sir that I had indeed achieved my 3rd helping.

Now that I had completed my tasks I wasn’t sure what I was meant to do next, I felt slightly lost knowing that Sir had said I could cum once I’d completed my tasks I wanted to wait for his permission once more. As much as I wanted to cum I wanted Sir to have that orgasm. I wanted Sir to see how much I have needed it, how much I wanted to please Him and show Him how much his tasks had impacted it. I certainly didn’t want my next orgasm to be wasted. I fell asleep deciding to wait until I had had a chance to write up my report and speak with Sir.

Today I got my reply to my questions,

“From now until Monday when you orgasm at last I want you to be constantly stimulated, you will at all times have something inside you or directly stimulating you, whether that’s a butt plug as you sleep, some drawing pins in your bra pushing into your nipples or your new toys wrapped around your clit you will always have something to remind you of the orgasm that you will soon be receiving.”

2 more days of stimulation and then I will have my chance to orgasm and share it with Sir, I dutifully went and put in my balls my first choice of stimulation for today they would be changed often.

And so as I sit here and type this up I now have my bullet pulsing away inside of me keeping me aroused and on edge, it’s going to be a long 48hrs by which time I will be more than ready to receive my orgasm from Sir.