Very Belated Update
It's been a while - I've had a lot on my mind!
Would you believe that it looks as if I'm going to be made redundant on Christmas Eve?! I've worked so hard this year but it's almost inevitable. I'm trying to negotiate a package, to at least keep the wolf from the door for a few months.
My plans with my cyber lover are progressing well. February can't come quickly enough. I've met some great people through LJ and the ones I keep in touch with are those who can articulate their feelings. I must give special mention to outofstyle_t - sorry I haven't written more, babe.
My would-be-Master writes so well. There's a synergy between us - the whole is very much more than the sum of the parts. This is his latest tale - I've cut it because:
1. It is fantastically long and detailed.
2. The content may offend.
When it comes to topics of a decidedly sexual nature, there is no subject that is too taboo for my girlfriend Annette and I to discuss. Her mind is a veritable treasure trove of exciting and sexy ideas that make my mind travel to previously unimagined places and my manhood reach new levels of turgidity. Nominally, our relationship could be described as your classic Master/Submissive arrangement. To me however, that oversimplified description does a great disservice to the actual reality. Certainly, there are many elements of the aforementioned scenario in the way we conduct ourselves, but I prefer to describe our relationship as a collaboration. While it is true that Annette prefers to play a decidedly submissive role in our sexual activities, it is her input as to what she wants and needs that takes things to the ultimate level. Because of our mutual trust, she loves for me to select things for her like outfits, shoes, hairstyles and erotic piercing. Instinctually, Annette knows that she is a very dirty Slut and relies on me to allow this aspect of her being to become fully realised and actualised. This arrangement represents symbiosis at its very best. It affords me the opportunity to turn her into my ultimate sexual fantasy and it allows her to fill up that place in her soul that craves to be dominated and treated like the dirty little Slut that she is.
I’ll never forget the day I met her. I’d had a crappy day at work and decided I needed to have a cocktail or three at Whiskey, the hotel bar at the Sutton Place Hotel. I arrived there at around 7:00pm and was fortunate enough to find a seat next to this gorgeous creature with long brown hair and beautiful hazel coloured eyes. While I was thinking about how I was going to initiate a conversation with her, Sal the bartender threw a coaster down in front of me and told me that I looked very thirsty. Knowing that Sal had always gotten a huge kick out of my Christopher Walken impersonation, I answered him back in my best Walken voice that he’d better get me a Jack Daniel’s on the rocks with alacrity or he would wish he’d never been born. Sal cracked up immediately and I also noticed a smile pursing Annette’s lips out of the corner of my eye. When my cocktail arrived, I introduced myself to her and asked her if I had taken an occupied seat. She told me that her friend had just left and made a funny comment about how she’d always wanted to drink with Christopher Walken.
With the ice finally broken, Annette and I began to chat. As our conversation began to gain momentum, I noticed that she appeared to be in a somewhat melancholy mood. Though I was in no mood to pry into her personal life at this juncture, I couldn’t help but mention to her that she looked somewhat sad. She told me she was fine but that she was in the throes of a break-up of a long relationship but that she felt that it was all for the best. I did my best not to smile at the news that she was not taken and made some lame comment about how one should not be involved with another person unless there is a strong mutual attraction. She agreed with me and raised her glass to mine as we made a toast to passion.
After crossing this little conversational rubicon, our communication seemed to flow in a much more effortless fashion. The alcohol had loosened up Annette’s inhibitions enough that she confided in me that she had never really been in synch sexually with her old boyfriend. She told me that she had a number of fantasies that he did not seem to comprehend. Instead of asking detailed questions about the nature of these fantasies, I decided that I would just do my best to keep the conversation going in this direction and have Annette reveal these things to me in her own time. As Annette was beginning to open up to me, a decidedly Avant Garde looking woman walked up to the bar to order a drink. As she leaned over the bar to my left (Annette was seated on my right), I looked up at her and became immediately transfixed by her haircut. Her hair was an orange/rust color and was cut in the sexiest bob style I’d ever seen. Her bangs were cut about two inches over her eyebrows and perfectly straight across. The sides came to a very sharp point just below her ears and were angled in a very steep manner up towards the middle of the back of her head. The back of her head was covered in a dark brown peach fuzz that was about ¼” by my expert calculation. As I looked her up and down, I noticed that she was wearing an exceptionally fuzzy, cobalt blue turtleneck sweater and a floor length black leather skirt with black leather boots whose toes were so pointy that it looked like they would cut your fingers if you touched them. The look was really set off by a set of large silver hoop earrings and dark purple lipstick.
I’m not sure how long I was staring at this woman, but as soon as I realised that my lurid stares might be a bit excessive, I turned to Annette and noticed that she was also staring at this woman. Much to my delight, I also noticed that Annette’s hand was now on my knee and squeezing it in a perceptible manner. Almost instinctually, we exchanged a knowing glance and Annette asked me what I thought of the woman’s hairstyle. With my own inhibitions fading somewhat, I apologised for staring at the woman but told Annette that I had a bit of a fetish when it came to sexy women’s hairstyles. At this point, I was really hoping that I hadn’t been TOO open and that my revelation wouldn’t send Annette running for the door. Much to my relief, her reaction was exactly the opposite. She smiled a huge smile and revealed to me that she had the same interest.
I couldn’t believe my good fortune! I placed my hand on top of Annette’s and asked her to tell me about it. She explained to me that when she was teenager, she was seated behind a girl that had a similar haircut and became extremely intrigued by it, not in a sexual way but in a way that made her desire the same look in a way that she could not explain. She also mentioned that her obsession with hair was one of the things that her old boyfriends could never understand or appreciate. I was hanging on every word! Annette then asked me what it was that I enjoyed so much about “radical” hairstyles on women. In my enthusiasm, I became a bit tongue tied and could only explain that my love of these styles was just something that I’d had from a very young age that was difficult to explain. I mentioned that I was in love with attitude that such styles conveyed and that the textures and contrasts could be so utterly pleasing to both the eyes and the touch. Annette seemed to know EXACTLY what I was attempting to articulate. After I did so in the best way that I could, she told me that she would LOVE to get her hair cut like that but that she would do it in a slightly different manner. She told me that she would prefer to have the hair in front flowing over her eyes and that she would have the back taken even higher. While she described exactly what it was that she wanted, I could tell that her fantasy was well thought out and no spur of the moment description. Much to my delight, I also noticed that our fingers were now interlocked and that she was massaging the palm of my right hand with the free thumb of her left hand. My manhood was now at full attention. Annette noticed this fact and flashed me a lurid smile.
At this point, I felt I had absolutely no choice but to kiss this woman passionately. I stood up, placed my now free right hand on her neck, behind her left ear and pulled her face towards my lips. We exchanged several exploratory pecks and then our mouths just melted together. Annette’s proficiency in kissing let me know that she was going to be an amazing lover. The chemistry between us was so natural and carnal that it seemed like our kiss was opening floodgates of passion that had been pent up for years. I was floating on clouds and all sense of time and place ceased to exist. When we stopped kissing, Annette ran her tongue over my right earlobe and whispered:
“Your place or mine?”
“Mine” was the only response I could muster.
Arm in arm, we made our way to my place. Once inside my apartment, I took a step back and gazed lustfully upon Annette. She was wearing a sexy pair of black heels with ankle straps and black tights. Her form fitting black miniskirt was made of a ribbed fabric that created nice little vibrations as I ran my fingertips over her ass. She was also wearing a white, silk blouse with long sleeves and a high collar that accentuated a sexy black choker necklace. I stood behind Annette, kissed her neck and ran my fingertips over her arms and then over her erect nipples. As I did so, I noticed that her nipples were pierced with small rings and she moaned with pleasure as I tickled the tips of each nipple.
Our levels of arousal were going through the roof! Annette turned to me and we each began to slowly undress each other. To do this slowly required every bit of restraint that I could muster. Left to my own devices, I would have torn her clothing to shreds. After removing her blouse and bra, I clasped her nipple rings between my thumbs and forefingers and tugged gently as her eyes went into the back of her head. I then proceeded to remove Annette’s skirt, shoes and tights. I was stunned at what I saw next. Her ass and thighs were covered in the most beautiful set of tattoos that I had ever seen! I could have tried to take my eyes off of them but my efforts would have been to no avail. The bright colours and tribal patterns interwoven with a series of red roses were just too beautiful to describe. Apparently, my hypnotic gaze did not convey the intended message to Annette.
“You don’t hate my tattoos do you? I know they’re pretty radical and that I didn’t tell you about them. Please tell me that you don’t hate them.”
“Hate them? God NO. What would ever give you THAT idea? I LOVE them and I can’t take my eyes off them! I’d ask you to tell me every detail about how and why you got them but I’m WAY too turned on right now to even think about that. I think I’ll just enjoy the living shit out of them and ask questions later.”
“Thank you, Peter! I’m SO relieved that you like them.”
“I didn’t say I LIKED them, actually I LOVE them!”
“Please take me right NOW Peter! I don’t think I can take any more of this build up!”
“Me neither, Annette. Get that beautiful ASS of yours on my bed right this instant! I am going to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow!”
Faster than you can snap your fingers, Annette and I were on my bed and ravaging each other’s bodies. I thought that I was going to cum in about two seconds and in a way, I did. I could literally feel a large amount of pre ejaculatory cum going all over Annette’s thigh. She quickly ran her fingers over the viscous deposit and then placed them in her mouth. Unable to contain myself any further, I mounted Annette and slid my member right into her warm, velvety pussy. I’m not sure how long we fucked, but I do know that I must have restrained myself from coming on at least five separate occasions. When I could tell that Annette was near the breaking point, I lost all abandon and began to pump her wildly. Though there is no way to be sure that we climaxed at exactly the same moment, it sure felt like we did. After collapsing on top of her, I grabbed the back of Annette’s head and told her what a beautiful pussy she had.
While we were basking in the afterglow of such an amazing carnal feast, I turned on my left side and caressed the curve where her hips meet her waist. I so couldn’t wait for my batteries to be properly recharged so that we could fuck again. Annette seemed extremely comfortable and pleased.
“So tell me about your tattoos, Annette. I want to hear ALL about them.”
“Well Peter, it wasn’t my intention to get so many when I started out. I’d always wanted to have a rose tattooed on my bum. Once I did, I became absolutely addicted! I had an artist that I really trusted and I put myself in his hands completely! The work took over 60 hours and it was the most submissive thing I’ve ever done. If he’d have asked me, I would have sucked him off when the work was done. I hope you don’t think badly of me for saying that.”
“Of course not, Annette. So you are a dyed in the wool submissive, are you?”
“Yes I am, Peter. It’s something that I’m really learning about myself as I get older. That does NOT mean that I am into being treated in an abusive manner. It just means that this is how I see myself in a sexual context. I’ve been looking for someone who understands this along with all of the nuances it involves. In my daily life, I am fiercely independent and I don’t take any shit from anyone. If however, you are the type of person who really understands me and what it is that I need, I will BEG you to be my Master and I will submit to you completely! I will be yours to dress me as you see fit, pierce or tattoo my body in any way you like and wear any hairstyle that turns you on. I will give you my body to use in any way you want. Is this idea amenable to you?”
“Wow Annette! You certainly are an open book. You’ll have to give me a second to absorb all of this. It certainly is much more than I was expecting to hear from you or anyone else for that matter.”
“I’ve repulsed you, haven’t I?”
“Oh NO, Annette. Quite the opposite is true! I just can’t believe that I’m having the amazing fortune to hear such things coming out of the mouth of such a beautiful and desirable person. The type of arrangement that you are describing is beyond my wildest dreams. I want to pursue it to the fullest, with every fibre of our beings. The things that you were describing are things that I never dreamed were possible. I would be HONORED to be your Master and to have you as my own personal Slut and to use as my own personal canvas.”
“That is EXACTLY how I would like to see myself in relation to you. As your personal canvas! Though it is true that being a Slut is my true nature, I will only do so for someone who understands me, knows how to fulfil me and wants to hear and indulge ALL of my fantasies. If you are willing to do these things, I will be the best Slut the world has ever seen. YOUR Slut!”
“Then it’s official! I gladly accept and will endeavour to provide you with the treatment you so richly crave. You must be COMPLETELY honest with me at ALL times and in turn, I will pour all of my energies into making your dreams come true.”
“Thank you, MASTER!!!! As your personal Slut, I will need for you to give me a proper name that symbolises and captures the essence of our relationship.”
“You were reading my mind, Annette. I’m partial to the idea of calling you STRUMPET. With your proclivities and the fact that you are English, I think the name is very appropriate.”
“ I LOVE IT MASTER!!! I will wear the name STRUMPET with all of the pride in the world!! I promise!!!”
“I have an important question to ask you, Strumpet.”
“Please Master, anything.”
“Is there any part of your body that you can honestly tell me is still in a virginal state?”
“Is that a roundabout way of asking me if I have ever experienced anal sex before?”
“Very perceptive of you, Annette. Yes it is.”
“Well Peter, the answer to your query is a resounding YES!!! I mean that YES, my ass is still in a virginal state. It’s so ironic that you ask me that question. Let me start off by saying that I am VERY interested, even obsessed with the idea of offering my precious bum to the right person. I have however, been saving this particular pleasure for the RIGHT person. As my Master, that makes YOU the right person. May I offer you my Virgin bum, Peter?”
“Yes you may, Annette. I think that this will be the perfect way to cement our new arrangement.”
“PLEASE MASTER. Take my Virgin bum and enjoy it to the fullest. I’ve been saving it just for YOU!”
Annette’s words and the sincerity with which she uttered them recharged my batteries immediately! The thought that this archetype of everything that is wonderful and mysterious about the female species was not only going to become my personal Slut but present herself for anal devirginisation to me was almost too much to take. I got up from my bed and went to my bathroom to retrieve a bottle of Astroglide. When I returned to the bed, I instructed Annette to get on her hands and knees. When she did so, I squeezed a large portion of the Astroglide into the crevice of her ass. To loosen her up a bit, I inserted my right index finger into her hole and told her to think the most relaxing thoughts she was capable of. Her soft, pleasure filled moans told me that she was VERY relaxed. After a while, I placed a second finger into Annette’s anal cavity and slowly twisted both fingers with the goal of preparing her for the insertion of my manhood into the Virgin love hole.
I could literally feel Annette’s excitement growing by leaps and bounds! She began to beg for my cock and I was in no mood to disappoint her. When I felt that she was ready for me, I slathered the lubricant on my member and grabbed it tightly with my right hand. As I started to rub it over Annette’s crack, I could hear her moans getting louder. Guiding my turgid cock into Annette’s ass was not easy because of the tightness. I had to work it in VERY slowly. Inch by inch I opened her up and I enjoyed EVERY second of it. The knowledge that this was virgin territory made this a VERY exciting moment! When I was fully inside, I began to pump away repeatedly and I grabbed the bottle of lubricant, spread some on my right middle finger and started to play with Annette’s swollen clit. The dual stimulation was driving her MAD with passion. She began to scream for me to come ALL OVER her. When I was finally ready, I pulled out and sprayed a hot stream of cum all over her back. After I did so, Annette reached back and scraped some the cum from her back and eagerly consumed it in her mouth. It seemed like hours before she was able to speak! When she did speak, all that she could say was “Thank you Master.”
When I awoke from the most satisfying night of slumber ever, I was hoping that the events of the previous night had not been a dream. I was VERY relieved to learn that this was not the case. Though I would have LOVED to wake Annette up with a good Rodgering, I decided to try something else. Being the good pervert that I am, I owned a nice set of padded wrist and ankle restraints. I made the decision to use them to restrain my newly acquired Slut and then go out for a nice warm cup of coffee. Annette awoke just as I was fastening her wrist restraints. When she tried to speak, I put my hand over her mouth to stifle her efforts. I used the restraints to fasten her wrists to the bedposts and her ankles to the footboards. When I was finished, I got dressed and headed out to get a hot cup of coffee and read the newspaper. I sensed that Annette would be confused by this manoeuvre but this is exactly the type of uncertainty that would become a major component of our new arrangement.
I returned to the apartment about an hour and a half later. Upon entry, I removed all of my clothes and made a B-Line for my shackled Slut. She was very happy to see that I had not abandoned her. I don’t think she had anticipated being chained to my bed but I could tell that she was very excited to see what was going to happen next.
“Are you ready to be a good little Slut, Annette?”
“Yes I am Master.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear. I am going to shower now. When I am finished, I am going to fuck your beautiful face. Do you like sucking cock?”
“Yes Master. I LOVE it and I am quite the expert if I do say so myself.”
“Spoken like a true Dirty Little Slut! After I am finished showering, I am going to fill up your mouth with cum!”
“I can’t WAIT Master. If I could finger myself right now, I surely would!”
As promised, I showered and went immediately to the bed. I straddled Annette’s upper torso, placing my knees underneath her underarms. I then pulled up her head and placed her mouth over my swollen manhood. She eagerly accepted my offering and seemed to delight in licking every inch. When my excitement level was nearing its apex, I grabbed the back of Annette’s head with both hands and forced her to pump in a furious manner as I pumped myself into her mouth. When I came, I sprayed my load onto her face and into her hair. After doing so, Annette begged me to let her taste my juices. Bit by bit, I placed small amounts of cum on my fingers and placed them in her mouth to feed her insatiable hunger. I did not remove any of the cum from her hair and decided that I was going to make her go home without showering or removing a single droplet.
After fucking Annette’s face, I removed her restraints and told her that I was very busy and that it was time for her to go home. I was lying of course, but I had to let her know that I meant business and that I would not waver in giving her the treatment she so richly desired. Our first experience together ended with Annette making the “Walk of Shame” back to her apartment in her cum matted hair.
To call this an auspicious beginning would be an understatement of massive proportions. Over the next few months, Annette and I explored each other’s minds and bodies with reckless and uninhibited abandon. We shared too many fantasies to count and lived out as many of them as was humanly possible. The amount of thought and preparation that went into our lovemaking made the mere thought of being with someone who was not as passionate and creative as Annette never even a consideration. When I wasn’t fucking her, I was thinking about fucking her and of new ways to make her submissive dreams become a reality.
The only real fly in the ointment in our relationship stemmed from the fact that our jobs both required an excessive amount of travel. This was less of a problem when we were both travelling at the same time and more of a problem when we were not. When we were both home on the same weekend, we fucked non-stop and I DO mean NON-STOP. When we were apart for extended periods of time, it drove us crazy. Because our mutual attachment was so deep and profound, the thought of cheating NEVER entered my mind or hers for that matter. The more I pondered this state of affairs, the more the idea entered my head of doing something to symbolise Annette’s devotion to me and to make it impossible for her to cheat on me at the same time.
Annette and I share so many mutual interests and one of them involves reading deliaday Journal of a Sex Slave on the internet. Delia is a woman who has a series of VERY large vaginal piercing designed to ensure her chastity. The photos on this site caused an idea to germinate in my fertile mind. I would create my own device to ensure Annette’s chastity when we were apart. It would be more for symbolic reasons than anything else and would be worth pursuing on a number of levels. Besides the obvious benefits of the design features, it would look beautiful when attached to Annette’s pussy and would further the bond between us.
Unbeknownst to Annette, I begin to design Annette’s device. I taught myself how to use some of the tools on my computer and was able to come up with a pretty good prototype. The device would perform two disparate functions: 1) To plug Annette’s pussy so that she would always have something inside of her; and 2) To zipper her pussy shut, symbolising her devotion to me. My prototype contained the following design elements: 1) A ball attached to a bar that would be inserted into Annette’s pussy; 2) A hole drilled into the ball and leading to a tunnel in the insertion bar to allow for the escape of menstrual blood; 3) A slightly curved bar attached perpendicularly to the insertion bar which would house six rings on either side, which would in turn be attached to her labia.
It took awhile, but after an exhaustive search, I was able to find someone to produce Annette’s device. When I went to Jade Dragon, to examine it for the first time, Frank (the guy who actually made it) was very pleased with the way it came out and asked if he could document the “installation” for posterity because he had never seen anything like it during his career in the bodily ornamentation business. With all of the necessary pieces in place, it was time to decide on a time and date to have Annette measured and fitted with her new jewellery piece.
I knew that Annette was going to have to travel to Turkey at the end of the month and that she would be gone for ten days. This made me decide to set up her appointment at Jade Dragon for the day before her departure. I would take her to lunch at Tsunami and then ask her if she wanted to go check out some of the tattoo designs and body jewellery at Jade Dragon. This was going to be TOO easy. Annette LOVES Jade Dragon and had been dropping numerous hints about wanting to acquire some new punctures. Little did she know!
On the day in question, everything went according to plan. Annette and I had a great lunch and I asked her if she’d like to head over to Jade Dragon to check out some jewellery. I didn’t have to ask twice. When we entered the store, Annette wanted to browse through some of Frank’s custom designs. She seemed a little annoyed when I grabbed her arm and led her to the back of the store where the private piercing and tattooing rooms are located. When we arrived at the predestinated coordinates, I opened the door and Annette was shocked to see a camera crew and several of the store employees waiting for us.
“What is going on, Peter?”
“Well Annette, you’ve been dropping some hints about wanting to get pierced again so that is what we are going to do.”
“That’s great Peter. But why are there so many people here to watch?”
“Because you are going to have a very SPECIAL and unique piece of jewellery affixed to your body today. That’s why. Oh and by the way, I designed it myself.”
“I must admit Peter, I’m feeling more than a little trepidation about this. I’m also very excited to find out what my Master has in store for me!”
“That is as it should be my little Slut. Now remove your skirt and panties, take a seat in that chair and place your legs in the stirrups.”
“As you wish, Master.”
Without delay, Annette obeyed my command. Once she was seated in the chair, Frank placed his foot on a pedal that lifted the chair to provide him with a better angle to perform his job. The first order of business was for Frank to remove the two rings that were already inserted into Annette’s outer labia. Once they were removed, Frank took the device like a corkscrew, inserted the end with the ball into Annette’s pussy and lined up the top rings with the punctures that had already been created. The bemused look on Annette’s face was priceless! I couldn’t tell whether she wanted to play with herself or run screaming from the store. I’d be willing to bet that both thoughts had entered her mind!
With the device inserted into Annette’s pussy, Frank unscrewed the balls on the top set of rings and inserted them into the holes, allowing it to stay in place. He then took out a small measuring tape and painstakingly marked the spots where the remaining rings were to be inserted. This process was mind numbingly slow, but as carpenters always say: “Measure twice, cut once.” When all 10 spots were marked, Frank began to go to work with the needle. With the precision and care of a surgeon, he clamped off the first spot and inserted the needle as Annette winced in pain. After the puncture was made, another ring was inserted into the opening. The process seemed to take years. I can only imagine what it was like for Annette. This was going to be quite a shock for her system.
Midway through the operation, I had an idea. It was clear that Annette was experiencing a great deal of pain and discomfort and needed something to take her mind to another place. Being the magnanimous sort of the guy that I am, I decided to provide her with a needed distraction.
“Frank, do you think this would be easier on Annette if I were to put my cock in her mouth.”
“Hey, whatever floats your boat Pal. There’s a lever on the back of the chair that will put her in a prone position. If you lower her like that and stand on one of those crates over there, I ‘m sure you could have her polishing your knob in no time.”
“What do you think of that, Annette? Do you want me to put my cock in your mouth?”
“Please do it Peter. I LOVE sucking your cock and I don’t care WHO watches.”
“Very well then!”
I lowered the back of the chair so that Annette was now in a prone position. I positioned a crate on her right side, stood on it and then removed my cock from my pants and placed it in her mouth. She devoured it like someone who hadn’t eaten a meal in days. The suction was so powerful that I’m quite sure Annette could have sucked a bowling ball through a garden hose. It felt AMAZING and I was completely oblivious to the fact that there was a room full of people. When I finally fired off my payload, I could hear Annette gagging as it struck the back of her throat with the force of a hurricane. Everyone in the room let out loud laughs as Annette struggled to keep it all down. By the time her gagging ceased, Frank was finished. The room erupted in applause.
“How are you feeling Annette?”
“VERY sore Peter. I can’t wait to see my new adornment though.”
“Frank, do you have a hand mirror.”
“Yeah sure, no problem.”
“Goddamn this hurts like hell but it sure is beautiful. Now I can see why you were so intent on shaving me down there this morning. I love how shiny it is and the way the rings look against my flesh. I can’t wait to hear the jingling sound it’s going to make when my clit ring hits it.”
“When you are not available to me Annette, your chastity will be enforced by this device. When you ARE available to me, I will have unfettered access to your mouth and ass. After you have healed sufficiently, I will remove your device when and only when I see fit to do so. Am I understood?”
“I’d want it no other way, Master.”
“Very well then, time to go home, Annette. Frank, I must thank you for your expertise and precision. Please feel free to show this tape any time and any place you like. The only thing I ask is that it doesn’t show up on the net.”
“Hey no prob, Peter. I wouldn’t pull any bullshit like that. It probably IS the best fucking tape we’ve ever made though. I think I’ll watch it tonight.”
With that, we all exchanged goodbyes and Annette and I headed back to my place in a taxi, after she had put her skirt and panties back on, of course. Though she was moving somewhat gingerly, there was not a single hint of discomfort on her face. As she rested her right hand on my left inner thigh, she was gently running the fingers of her left hand over the device.
“So what do you think of being sealed up for me, Annette?”
“I LOVE that you’ve done this for me, Peter. I’ve fantasised about doing something like this before but I’ve never fully articulated it to myself. I think it makes quite a statement and further proves to me that you really understand me. It’s not that I didn’t already know that but I just think that my new device is the ultimate physical manifestation of our bond. It symbolises my submission to your will and the fact that I am a SLUT and that you are to control how I express this part of my being.”
“That is EXACTLY what I had in mind, Annette. I can’t imagine that there is anyone else in this world who would be able to comprehend this fact better than you do.”
“And did I mention the fact that I think it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and I LOVE how it makes my pussy look. I could just stare at it for DAYS! OOOOH, I think I just discovered yet another benefit!”
“And what is that, Annette?”
“The little ball just rubbed against my G-Spot. It felt incredible!”
“Think of me whenever that happens, Annette!”
“You KNOW I will, Master!”
“You must also be aware by now that you will need to use towels in place of tampons.”
“A small sacrifice, Master. A small sacrifice indeed.”
Needless to say, the night that ensued was better than fantastic. I ran my tongue over every square inch of Annette’s body and made good on my promise to avail myself of her bum and mouth. She later remarked to me that she was so worn out by our activities that she slept through more than half of the flight to Istanbul. The metal detectors were an issue but somehow she made it through the draconian security.
While Annette was away, my mind began working on the creation of our next little adventure. I wanted to do something spectacular to welcome her back but I wasn’t sure about what direction this was going to take. As fate would have it, I came face to face with the answer to my question one day while shopping for a new Slave Collar for Annette at Tabou Tabou. While browsing through the store, I recognised one of the employees as a girl who used to live in my old apartment building. Her name was Jamie and I knew that she was someone who had been employed in the sex industry in some sort of capacity. I’d heard that she’d dabbled in being a Mistress and probably was involved in some other activities. I never asked her about that back then because I really didn’t care. I thought she was very cool and I partied with her friends and her on many occasions. I never actually made a play for her because I was involved with someone else and I didn’t want to fuck that up. I flirted with her a bit, but it was mostly in a friendly, non threatening way. Besides, being platonic friends with a really hot woman certainly isn’t the worst thing in the world.
When Jamie recognised me, she came over immediately and gave me a huge hug. After the obligatory exchange of pleasantries, she asked me what I was looking for and I told her that there a certain naughty little girl that was in need of a new collar. She asked me if it was for the girl I was with when we lived in the same building and I told her that it most certainly was not. Jamie perked up instantly.
“I didn’t know that were into this sort of thing, Peter. Did your new girlfriend introduce you to this or have you always been a perv and just didn’t want to let me know.”
“I’d have to say that option 2 would be more accurate. With my new girlfriend, our interests have always been VERY mutual. We are VERY open and experimental and give each other complete freedom to articulate our most deeply held fantasies.”
“That sounds VERY exciting, Peter. I’ve got a break coming up. Why don’t we go grab a sandwich and you can tell me more about it? After that, I’ll show you our collections of collars. I can even model them for you if you want.”
“That sounds like a great plan to me, Jamie. Let’s do it!”
After alerting her boss to the fact that she was going to take her lunch break, Jamie and I went to grab some food. As we made our way to the restaurant, I took note of how her appearance had changed since I knew her before. When we lived in the same building, her hair was light brown and past shoulder length and she dressed in a style that could be best described as Classy Stripper. Her new look was quite different. Her hair was now platinum blonde and very closely cropped with a part of the left side of her head. The top was sort of slicked back and the back and sides were not buzzed but may have been so a short time ago. She wore her makeup in a way that gave her face a somewhat severe look. It was VERY attractive but not in the sort of way that could be described as conventional. I guess domineering would be the best way to describe her. After we ordered our food, we began to chat.
“I like that hairstyle on you. It’s so much more striking than your old look. Not that it looked bad on you but it was kind of commonplace.”
“I agree completely! I LOVE standing out in a crowd and I LOVE seeing the quizzical looks on some peoples faces and the lustful looks on others.”
“Hairstyles are one of my big fetishes, Jamie. I want to do something spectacular with Annette’s hair and I want to do it SOON!”
“Really? What did you have in mind?”
“Well, what I’d REALLY like to do is to have her hair cut in a severely angled bob. The hair on the top of her head would be parted in the middle and cover her face completely. The angle of the cut would start just below her ears and go up past the occipital bone. The back would be buzzed down with a number 1 blade, leaving behind a velvety smooth peach fuzz. I would have the option of shaving the area bald with hot lather and a straight razor if I so desired.”
“Dammnnnn Peter, I LOVE that idea. I think that style is the SEX!! Would you be doing the cutting yourself?”
“I’m not sure about that one, Jamie. I’ve never done it before thought I’m quite sure that I could. I haven’t decided yet if I’d rather do it myself or watch it being done. Actually, it’s kind of a win/win proposition.”
“I don’t know if you are aware of it Peter, but among the millions of jobs that I’ve held, I’ve cut some hair before. I know what you are looking for and I could do it in my fucking sleep. I think I’d get a real rush out of it too!”
“Well that certainly is food for thought! Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”
“Sure, go right ahead. I’m a shameless pervert and I’ve got nothing to hide.”
“Are you still in the dominatrix business?”
“I’ve been known to be a dominating bitch at times, so I guess the answer is yes.”
“What would you think of a little adventure with Annette and I, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I think that there is certainly the potential for such an adventure to be one hell of a lot of fun. What exactly did you have in mind?”
“Understand that I’m sort of making this up as I go but as I see it, the major elements would be these. You’d bring some of your toys over, you’d cut Annette’s hair in the style I’ve described and the two of us would treat her like the little sex object that she is. Are you averse to playing with girls?”
“Oh God no! I mean although I’m strictly hetero when it comes to relationships, I’ll play with girls anytime. Especially if they are as sexy and naughty as Annette must be.”
“Wow! This could really be something! How does next Saturday night sound to you?”
“I think I could clear some time in my schedule for that. Shit, I’m starting to get wet just thinking about it. Why do you want to wait so long?”
“Annette is in Turkey right now and she doesn’t get back until Friday. I figure I’ll give her a day to rest up and then we can blow her fucking mind.”
“Here’s my number. Phone me when you have all of the details and let me know what you’ll want me to bring. I’m VERY excited about this!”
“I’m glad I ran into you, Jamie. We’re going to push a few boundaries with Annette. By the way, I know I don’t have to remind you but I want you to be a real BITCH with her. I’m giving you Carte Blanche to make her YOUR personal Slut for the evening.”
“Say no more. You’ve got the right girl!”
Before Annette arrived back in the states, Jamie and I conspired to make plans to “welcome” her back. Saturday night could not arrive soon enough! Annette was exhausted when she arrived at my apartment on Friday. She was very apologetic about not being in the mood for a wild romp and I could tell that she really needed to shake off the jet lag. I think I surprised her by being so conciliatory, given the fact that I had not had sex for ten days (at least not with another person!). I drew a hot bath for her and told her that she was going to need all of her strength tomorrow. She smiled and thanked me for being so understanding.
When Annette woke up around 2:00pm the next day, she seemed to be VERY refreshed. She told me that her new punctures were healing quite nicely and that she had worked out a new way to get herself off by sitting in a certain position so that the ball inside of her stimulated her G-Spot while she played with her clit and clit ring. I became aroused immediately and asked for a demonstration. She gladly obliged my wishes and I got VERY excited just watching her. After she finished herself off, I availed myself of her mouth and she responded by giving the best blow job she had ever given me and swallowing every last drop. What followed was a very lazy afternoon. We took a bath together and talked about how much we missed each other’s company while she was away. Before I knew it, it was 7:30pm and Jamie was due to arrive at 9:00pm.
“I want you to shower up and get ready for tonight, Annette.”
“Are we going out tonight?”
“Not exactly, Annette. Just do as I say. I can assure you that boredom will not be a factor tonight.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“I want to push some boundaries tonight. That is all you need to know.”
“What do you want me to wear?”
“I’ll lay out your outfit while you are in the shower.”
“Yes, Master.”
While Annette was in the shower, I proceeded to lay out her clothes. I wanted the contrast between her and Jamie to be as obvious as possible. Jamie was to be the domineering Bitch and Annette was to be the innocent little girl who discovers what a Slut she truly is. Given these parameters, I decided that I was going to clothe her in white crotchless and assless tights, frilly white anklets to be worn over the tights, a puffy and frilly white dress trimmed in lace and a white headband with a bow that would rest on the top of her head. On her feet would be her black patent leather Mary Janes with three inch platforms to add a touch of naughty fetish ness to the Lolita inspired ensemble.
Annette emerged from the bedroom as the picture of smouldering, yet innocent sexuality. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. It was now about 8:45pm and I knew that there was a little time to kill before Jamie’s arrival. I instructed Annette to go into the bathroom and put on more eyeliner. I wanted her to use a shitload of it and I wouldn’t take no for an answer. She complied with my wishes and did as she was told. At 9:00pm sharp, there was a knock on the door.
“Who the fuck is that, Peter. Are you expecting company tonight? PLEASE make them go away. I want you to fuck my brains out tonight.”
“Don’t question me, Annette. I AM expecting company tonight so you’d better not pout about it. Am I understood?”
“I’m sorry Master.”
“Hello Jamie! I see you’ve brought your tools.”
“Yes I have Peter. Where is that little Slut of yours?”
“Annette, this is Jamie. Jamie, this is Annette.”
“Nice to meet you, Jamie.”
“Charmed I’m sure. Do you always dress like a fucking little ten year old with bows in your hair and those slutty little anklets or did you lose some sort of bet?”
“Well no, Peter just ….. I mean not usually …. But it’s just I’ve been away …. and I thought ….”
“You’re a stuttering little WHORE, aren’t you? Where the FUCK did you learn how to talk? I thought the fucking English were some literate motherfuckers. I guess I was wrong.”
I could tell immediately that Annette was WAY out her comfort zone and that Jamie was enjoying every sadistic second of being the domineering tormentor. Her clothing was pure dominatrix! She wore black, patent leather lace up boots that had an ever so slightly pointed toes, five inch heels and three inch platforms. Her pants were made from skin tight, black PVC and her corset was bright red and covered approximately half of her breast area. She looked FANTASTIC! I couldn’t wait to see what she was going to do and say next. It didn’t take long to find out. Jamie pulled my coffee table off of the oriental rug and paused for a second to examine the terrain.
“Peter, why don’t you tell that little Lolita Slut Cunt to get on her knees right here. We need to teach her dirty little ass some fucking RESPECT!”
“I think you’d better do as she says, Annette.”
“Yes, Master”.
Annette assumed the position on the floor like a proper submissive. Jamie opened up her bag of “tools” and extracted a two foot bar with padded cuffs on either end. She then bent down over Annette and got right up in her face, screaming at her to spread her legs wider. Annette obliged the request as tears began to well up in her eyes causing the eyeliner to run down the sides of her face. As it did so, Jamie removed Annette’s headband and bow with mildly disguised contempt.
“You’d BETTER be crying you little CUNT. Tonight I am going to strip you of your pride AND I am going to FUCK your man! What do think of THAT you little WHORE?”
“No. PLEASE don’t hurt me.”
“I’m not going to HURT you, you little imbecile. I’ll probably hurt your feelings though!”
I couldn’t tell whether Jamie was acting or not. I suspect that this all came very natural to her. Sure it was role play, but it was also a very organic expression of her personality. Her next move was to fasten the padded cuffs to Annette’s ankles. When they were properly fastened, she circled Annette to plot her next move like a Lioness circling a trapped antelope. With a sudden fury, she then unzipped the back of Annette’s dress. When the zipper was down by the small of Annette’s back, she grabbed each side of the dress and ripped it into two pieces and then pulled it off of her before she had a chance to respond. Jamie then walked over to her bag and removed a set of handcuffs which she first attached to Annette’s left wrist, manoeuvred the chain attaching the cuffs underneath the bar and then grabbed the right wrist and locked the cuff into place. The look on Annette’s face was one of pure terror.
She was wearing only the shoes, anklets, tights and collar and was devoid of any control of her situation. Jamie was absolutely delighted by this and laughed as she grabbed the front of Annette’s collar and pulled her into a face down position on the floor with her ass exposed to the world. Jamie then retrieved a pair of items from her toolkit: a bottle of lubricant and an inflatable butt plug. She squirted a copious portion of the lubricant into Annette’s anal crevice and began to work it in with her fingers.
“I’ll bet you’ve never had a woman put her fingers in your ass like this before, have you?”
“No I haven’t.”
“It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes it does, Jamie.”
“Oh yeah, well tell me how this feels you fucking tramp!”
Jamie inserted the plug into Annette’s lubricated and puckered opening. Annette was face down on the Oriental rug, her moans muffled and indistinguishable. Confidant that the plug was inserted properly, Jamie grabbed the back of Annette’s collar and pulled her up to her knees. At this point, I was too aroused for words. I immediately removed my shoes, socks and trousers and walked towards Annette. As I did this, I noticed that Jamie was plugging the clippers into the wall outlet. Annette had NO idea what was in store for her. While I waited for Jamie to arrive with the clippers, I playfully slapped the side of Annette’s face with my cock. When Jamie snapped the clippers to life, the room was filled with a loud buzzing sound. In no time at all, Jamie was performing Annette’s haircut to my specifications. She placed the clippers underneath Annette’s right ear and made repeated cuts towards her occipital bone until she had crafted the perfect angle. She quickly and expertly repeated this action on the left side of Annette’s head as her lap and torso were now covered in hair clippings.
With this work completed, I placed my cock in Annette’s mouth as Jamie ran the clippers over the back of her head again and again. Annette was positively enraptured by the feeling of the clippers on the back of her head and the taste of my cock in her hot mouth. When Jamie was finished buzzing the back of Annette’s head she grabbed my head, pulled me towards her and began kissing me passionately. Although Annette could not actually see this taking place, Jamie made exaggerated smacking noises with her lips and moaned loudly to let Annette know exactly what was going on. To add further emphasis to her intentions, Jamie made sure that several droplets of saliva fell directly on top of Annette’s head.
Annette’s work on my cock was driving me towards the point of no return. I had my hands on the back of her newly shorn nape and the combination of this and the warm, wet feeling of her mouth on my cock was going to make me come very soon. Grabbing the back of her head, I began to pump it with prodigious zeal. When I realised how little time was left, I stopped kissing Jamie and began to inflate the plug lodged in Annette’s bum hole. As it filled her up, I could tell that she was in another world. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I shot my load into the back of her throat. She smiled as she gagged on my juices, covered in freshly cut hair with remnants of dried eyeliner streaks still on the sides of her face. Despite the fact that she was in a most vulnerable position, Annette did not allow a drop of cum to escape from her mouth. Seeing someone you feel so bonded with experiencing sensory overload is an amazing thing!
“Do you have any beer, Peter? I’m fucking parched.”
“Yeah sure, Jamie. Let’s go to the kitchen and have a few. Why don’t you remove the handcuffs first? I want Annette to see what the back of her head feels like.”
“As long as I can have a beer, I’ll do whatever you say.”
With the handcuffs removed, Annette began to run her fingers all over the back of her head. It was obvious that she was getting turned on by this because she couldn’t stop doing it. She also couldn’t stop shaking her head from side to side to enjoy her newfound freedom from having so much hair. Jamie brought a beer to Annette and she eagerly devoured it.
“Don’t go anywhere BITCH! I’m not finished with you yet. I told you that I was going to fuck your man and that’s EXACTLY what I plan to do!”
Annette did not respond to this taunt and decided instead to wait patiently for the next course of action. As she did so, Jamie and I plotted strategy. Jamie wanted desperately to get off and I suggested just how we would get that done. I explained my plan to her and she LOVED it. In order to allow me to recharge my batteries, we kept Annette waiting for about a half an hour. When I was ready to go again, I had Jamie disrobe completely. We went back to the living room and positioned the coffee table about five feet away from Annette. Jamie laid down in a prone position on the table and I proceeded to fuck her pussy while Annette watched us with a mixture of contempt and excitement.
Due to the nature of my intentions, it was not my plan to have this be a marathon fucking session. I blew my load into Jamie in about five minutes. When I was finished, Jamie cupped her hand over her pussy to keep my juices from escaping her opening. She then walked over to Annette and pulled the back of her head onto her wet pussy. Jamie positioned the newly shorn portion of Annette’s head in such a way as to maximize the stimulation of the microscopic bristles on her clitoris. The combination of Jamie’s natural wetness and my cum allowed the lips of her pussy to conform to every contour of Annette’s skull and she began to hump it with abandon. As soon as she realised what Jamie was doing, Annette really started getting into it and began to moan with pleasure as Jamie’s thighs clamped down on her skull. The suction noises that were emanating from the back of Annette’s head were turning me on a HUGE way. I found the key to the ankle cuffs and removed them Annette’s legs. I spread her legs apart and began to lick her clit so that I would be able to hear the sounds of TWO women moaning in ecstasy. In no time at all, this is exactly what was happening.
At this point, time was no longer a relevant concept. I was positively drunk with excitement and didn’t emerge from my trance like state until I heard Jamie collapse on the floor from the power of her orgasm. The back of Annette’s head was drenched in both cum and pussy juice. She smiled at me and then slid over and positioned her head between Jamie’s legs and proceeded to lap away at her pussy like a seasoned professional. She then slid her body over Jamie’s body and kissed her deeply and tenderly on the mouth. Jamie embraced her and then gently ran both hands over Annette’s ass. She then playfully pumped the bulb of the butt plug. Annette giggled and looked Jamie in the eyes.
“I just HAD to share those flavours with you. I knew that they would please you.”
“Thanks for doing that, Annette. You are pretty damn hot for such a submissive little Slut.”
“Yes I AM a submissive little Slut. I am Peter’s submissive little Slut and I am VERY happy to be just that!”
This should be read in conjunction with the images I included in my last Post. I'm apprehensive but SO excited about this!
Would you believe that it looks as if I'm going to be made redundant on Christmas Eve?! I've worked so hard this year but it's almost inevitable. I'm trying to negotiate a package, to at least keep the wolf from the door for a few months.
My plans with my cyber lover are progressing well. February can't come quickly enough. I've met some great people through LJ and the ones I keep in touch with are those who can articulate their feelings. I must give special mention to outofstyle_t - sorry I haven't written more, babe.
My would-be-Master writes so well. There's a synergy between us - the whole is very much more than the sum of the parts. This is his latest tale - I've cut it because:
1. It is fantastically long and detailed.
2. The content may offend.
When it comes to topics of a decidedly sexual nature, there is no subject that is too taboo for my girlfriend Annette and I to discuss. Her mind is a veritable treasure trove of exciting and sexy ideas that make my mind travel to previously unimagined places and my manhood reach new levels of turgidity. Nominally, our relationship could be described as your classic Master/Submissive arrangement. To me however, that oversimplified description does a great disservice to the actual reality. Certainly, there are many elements of the aforementioned scenario in the way we conduct ourselves, but I prefer to describe our relationship as a collaboration. While it is true that Annette prefers to play a decidedly submissive role in our sexual activities, it is her input as to what she wants and needs that takes things to the ultimate level. Because of our mutual trust, she loves for me to select things for her like outfits, shoes, hairstyles and erotic piercing. Instinctually, Annette knows that she is a very dirty Slut and relies on me to allow this aspect of her being to become fully realised and actualised. This arrangement represents symbiosis at its very best. It affords me the opportunity to turn her into my ultimate sexual fantasy and it allows her to fill up that place in her soul that craves to be dominated and treated like the dirty little Slut that she is.
I’ll never forget the day I met her. I’d had a crappy day at work and decided I needed to have a cocktail or three at Whiskey, the hotel bar at the Sutton Place Hotel. I arrived there at around 7:00pm and was fortunate enough to find a seat next to this gorgeous creature with long brown hair and beautiful hazel coloured eyes. While I was thinking about how I was going to initiate a conversation with her, Sal the bartender threw a coaster down in front of me and told me that I looked very thirsty. Knowing that Sal had always gotten a huge kick out of my Christopher Walken impersonation, I answered him back in my best Walken voice that he’d better get me a Jack Daniel’s on the rocks with alacrity or he would wish he’d never been born. Sal cracked up immediately and I also noticed a smile pursing Annette’s lips out of the corner of my eye. When my cocktail arrived, I introduced myself to her and asked her if I had taken an occupied seat. She told me that her friend had just left and made a funny comment about how she’d always wanted to drink with Christopher Walken.
With the ice finally broken, Annette and I began to chat. As our conversation began to gain momentum, I noticed that she appeared to be in a somewhat melancholy mood. Though I was in no mood to pry into her personal life at this juncture, I couldn’t help but mention to her that she looked somewhat sad. She told me she was fine but that she was in the throes of a break-up of a long relationship but that she felt that it was all for the best. I did my best not to smile at the news that she was not taken and made some lame comment about how one should not be involved with another person unless there is a strong mutual attraction. She agreed with me and raised her glass to mine as we made a toast to passion.
After crossing this little conversational rubicon, our communication seemed to flow in a much more effortless fashion. The alcohol had loosened up Annette’s inhibitions enough that she confided in me that she had never really been in synch sexually with her old boyfriend. She told me that she had a number of fantasies that he did not seem to comprehend. Instead of asking detailed questions about the nature of these fantasies, I decided that I would just do my best to keep the conversation going in this direction and have Annette reveal these things to me in her own time. As Annette was beginning to open up to me, a decidedly Avant Garde looking woman walked up to the bar to order a drink. As she leaned over the bar to my left (Annette was seated on my right), I looked up at her and became immediately transfixed by her haircut. Her hair was an orange/rust color and was cut in the sexiest bob style I’d ever seen. Her bangs were cut about two inches over her eyebrows and perfectly straight across. The sides came to a very sharp point just below her ears and were angled in a very steep manner up towards the middle of the back of her head. The back of her head was covered in a dark brown peach fuzz that was about ¼” by my expert calculation. As I looked her up and down, I noticed that she was wearing an exceptionally fuzzy, cobalt blue turtleneck sweater and a floor length black leather skirt with black leather boots whose toes were so pointy that it looked like they would cut your fingers if you touched them. The look was really set off by a set of large silver hoop earrings and dark purple lipstick.
I’m not sure how long I was staring at this woman, but as soon as I realised that my lurid stares might be a bit excessive, I turned to Annette and noticed that she was also staring at this woman. Much to my delight, I also noticed that Annette’s hand was now on my knee and squeezing it in a perceptible manner. Almost instinctually, we exchanged a knowing glance and Annette asked me what I thought of the woman’s hairstyle. With my own inhibitions fading somewhat, I apologised for staring at the woman but told Annette that I had a bit of a fetish when it came to sexy women’s hairstyles. At this point, I was really hoping that I hadn’t been TOO open and that my revelation wouldn’t send Annette running for the door. Much to my relief, her reaction was exactly the opposite. She smiled a huge smile and revealed to me that she had the same interest.
I couldn’t believe my good fortune! I placed my hand on top of Annette’s and asked her to tell me about it. She explained to me that when she was teenager, she was seated behind a girl that had a similar haircut and became extremely intrigued by it, not in a sexual way but in a way that made her desire the same look in a way that she could not explain. She also mentioned that her obsession with hair was one of the things that her old boyfriends could never understand or appreciate. I was hanging on every word! Annette then asked me what it was that I enjoyed so much about “radical” hairstyles on women. In my enthusiasm, I became a bit tongue tied and could only explain that my love of these styles was just something that I’d had from a very young age that was difficult to explain. I mentioned that I was in love with attitude that such styles conveyed and that the textures and contrasts could be so utterly pleasing to both the eyes and the touch. Annette seemed to know EXACTLY what I was attempting to articulate. After I did so in the best way that I could, she told me that she would LOVE to get her hair cut like that but that she would do it in a slightly different manner. She told me that she would prefer to have the hair in front flowing over her eyes and that she would have the back taken even higher. While she described exactly what it was that she wanted, I could tell that her fantasy was well thought out and no spur of the moment description. Much to my delight, I also noticed that our fingers were now interlocked and that she was massaging the palm of my right hand with the free thumb of her left hand. My manhood was now at full attention. Annette noticed this fact and flashed me a lurid smile.
At this point, I felt I had absolutely no choice but to kiss this woman passionately. I stood up, placed my now free right hand on her neck, behind her left ear and pulled her face towards my lips. We exchanged several exploratory pecks and then our mouths just melted together. Annette’s proficiency in kissing let me know that she was going to be an amazing lover. The chemistry between us was so natural and carnal that it seemed like our kiss was opening floodgates of passion that had been pent up for years. I was floating on clouds and all sense of time and place ceased to exist. When we stopped kissing, Annette ran her tongue over my right earlobe and whispered:
“Your place or mine?”
“Mine” was the only response I could muster.
Arm in arm, we made our way to my place. Once inside my apartment, I took a step back and gazed lustfully upon Annette. She was wearing a sexy pair of black heels with ankle straps and black tights. Her form fitting black miniskirt was made of a ribbed fabric that created nice little vibrations as I ran my fingertips over her ass. She was also wearing a white, silk blouse with long sleeves and a high collar that accentuated a sexy black choker necklace. I stood behind Annette, kissed her neck and ran my fingertips over her arms and then over her erect nipples. As I did so, I noticed that her nipples were pierced with small rings and she moaned with pleasure as I tickled the tips of each nipple.
Our levels of arousal were going through the roof! Annette turned to me and we each began to slowly undress each other. To do this slowly required every bit of restraint that I could muster. Left to my own devices, I would have torn her clothing to shreds. After removing her blouse and bra, I clasped her nipple rings between my thumbs and forefingers and tugged gently as her eyes went into the back of her head. I then proceeded to remove Annette’s skirt, shoes and tights. I was stunned at what I saw next. Her ass and thighs were covered in the most beautiful set of tattoos that I had ever seen! I could have tried to take my eyes off of them but my efforts would have been to no avail. The bright colours and tribal patterns interwoven with a series of red roses were just too beautiful to describe. Apparently, my hypnotic gaze did not convey the intended message to Annette.
“You don’t hate my tattoos do you? I know they’re pretty radical and that I didn’t tell you about them. Please tell me that you don’t hate them.”
“Hate them? God NO. What would ever give you THAT idea? I LOVE them and I can’t take my eyes off them! I’d ask you to tell me every detail about how and why you got them but I’m WAY too turned on right now to even think about that. I think I’ll just enjoy the living shit out of them and ask questions later.”
“Thank you, Peter! I’m SO relieved that you like them.”
“I didn’t say I LIKED them, actually I LOVE them!”
“Please take me right NOW Peter! I don’t think I can take any more of this build up!”
“Me neither, Annette. Get that beautiful ASS of yours on my bed right this instant! I am going to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow!”
Faster than you can snap your fingers, Annette and I were on my bed and ravaging each other’s bodies. I thought that I was going to cum in about two seconds and in a way, I did. I could literally feel a large amount of pre ejaculatory cum going all over Annette’s thigh. She quickly ran her fingers over the viscous deposit and then placed them in her mouth. Unable to contain myself any further, I mounted Annette and slid my member right into her warm, velvety pussy. I’m not sure how long we fucked, but I do know that I must have restrained myself from coming on at least five separate occasions. When I could tell that Annette was near the breaking point, I lost all abandon and began to pump her wildly. Though there is no way to be sure that we climaxed at exactly the same moment, it sure felt like we did. After collapsing on top of her, I grabbed the back of Annette’s head and told her what a beautiful pussy she had.
While we were basking in the afterglow of such an amazing carnal feast, I turned on my left side and caressed the curve where her hips meet her waist. I so couldn’t wait for my batteries to be properly recharged so that we could fuck again. Annette seemed extremely comfortable and pleased.
“So tell me about your tattoos, Annette. I want to hear ALL about them.”
“Well Peter, it wasn’t my intention to get so many when I started out. I’d always wanted to have a rose tattooed on my bum. Once I did, I became absolutely addicted! I had an artist that I really trusted and I put myself in his hands completely! The work took over 60 hours and it was the most submissive thing I’ve ever done. If he’d have asked me, I would have sucked him off when the work was done. I hope you don’t think badly of me for saying that.”
“Of course not, Annette. So you are a dyed in the wool submissive, are you?”
“Yes I am, Peter. It’s something that I’m really learning about myself as I get older. That does NOT mean that I am into being treated in an abusive manner. It just means that this is how I see myself in a sexual context. I’ve been looking for someone who understands this along with all of the nuances it involves. In my daily life, I am fiercely independent and I don’t take any shit from anyone. If however, you are the type of person who really understands me and what it is that I need, I will BEG you to be my Master and I will submit to you completely! I will be yours to dress me as you see fit, pierce or tattoo my body in any way you like and wear any hairstyle that turns you on. I will give you my body to use in any way you want. Is this idea amenable to you?”
“Wow Annette! You certainly are an open book. You’ll have to give me a second to absorb all of this. It certainly is much more than I was expecting to hear from you or anyone else for that matter.”
“I’ve repulsed you, haven’t I?”
“Oh NO, Annette. Quite the opposite is true! I just can’t believe that I’m having the amazing fortune to hear such things coming out of the mouth of such a beautiful and desirable person. The type of arrangement that you are describing is beyond my wildest dreams. I want to pursue it to the fullest, with every fibre of our beings. The things that you were describing are things that I never dreamed were possible. I would be HONORED to be your Master and to have you as my own personal Slut and to use as my own personal canvas.”
“That is EXACTLY how I would like to see myself in relation to you. As your personal canvas! Though it is true that being a Slut is my true nature, I will only do so for someone who understands me, knows how to fulfil me and wants to hear and indulge ALL of my fantasies. If you are willing to do these things, I will be the best Slut the world has ever seen. YOUR Slut!”
“Then it’s official! I gladly accept and will endeavour to provide you with the treatment you so richly crave. You must be COMPLETELY honest with me at ALL times and in turn, I will pour all of my energies into making your dreams come true.”
“Thank you, MASTER!!!! As your personal Slut, I will need for you to give me a proper name that symbolises and captures the essence of our relationship.”
“You were reading my mind, Annette. I’m partial to the idea of calling you STRUMPET. With your proclivities and the fact that you are English, I think the name is very appropriate.”
“ I LOVE IT MASTER!!! I will wear the name STRUMPET with all of the pride in the world!! I promise!!!”
“I have an important question to ask you, Strumpet.”
“Please Master, anything.”
“Is there any part of your body that you can honestly tell me is still in a virginal state?”
“Is that a roundabout way of asking me if I have ever experienced anal sex before?”
“Very perceptive of you, Annette. Yes it is.”
“Well Peter, the answer to your query is a resounding YES!!! I mean that YES, my ass is still in a virginal state. It’s so ironic that you ask me that question. Let me start off by saying that I am VERY interested, even obsessed with the idea of offering my precious bum to the right person. I have however, been saving this particular pleasure for the RIGHT person. As my Master, that makes YOU the right person. May I offer you my Virgin bum, Peter?”
“Yes you may, Annette. I think that this will be the perfect way to cement our new arrangement.”
“PLEASE MASTER. Take my Virgin bum and enjoy it to the fullest. I’ve been saving it just for YOU!”
Annette’s words and the sincerity with which she uttered them recharged my batteries immediately! The thought that this archetype of everything that is wonderful and mysterious about the female species was not only going to become my personal Slut but present herself for anal devirginisation to me was almost too much to take. I got up from my bed and went to my bathroom to retrieve a bottle of Astroglide. When I returned to the bed, I instructed Annette to get on her hands and knees. When she did so, I squeezed a large portion of the Astroglide into the crevice of her ass. To loosen her up a bit, I inserted my right index finger into her hole and told her to think the most relaxing thoughts she was capable of. Her soft, pleasure filled moans told me that she was VERY relaxed. After a while, I placed a second finger into Annette’s anal cavity and slowly twisted both fingers with the goal of preparing her for the insertion of my manhood into the Virgin love hole.
I could literally feel Annette’s excitement growing by leaps and bounds! She began to beg for my cock and I was in no mood to disappoint her. When I felt that she was ready for me, I slathered the lubricant on my member and grabbed it tightly with my right hand. As I started to rub it over Annette’s crack, I could hear her moans getting louder. Guiding my turgid cock into Annette’s ass was not easy because of the tightness. I had to work it in VERY slowly. Inch by inch I opened her up and I enjoyed EVERY second of it. The knowledge that this was virgin territory made this a VERY exciting moment! When I was fully inside, I began to pump away repeatedly and I grabbed the bottle of lubricant, spread some on my right middle finger and started to play with Annette’s swollen clit. The dual stimulation was driving her MAD with passion. She began to scream for me to come ALL OVER her. When I was finally ready, I pulled out and sprayed a hot stream of cum all over her back. After I did so, Annette reached back and scraped some the cum from her back and eagerly consumed it in her mouth. It seemed like hours before she was able to speak! When she did speak, all that she could say was “Thank you Master.”
When I awoke from the most satisfying night of slumber ever, I was hoping that the events of the previous night had not been a dream. I was VERY relieved to learn that this was not the case. Though I would have LOVED to wake Annette up with a good Rodgering, I decided to try something else. Being the good pervert that I am, I owned a nice set of padded wrist and ankle restraints. I made the decision to use them to restrain my newly acquired Slut and then go out for a nice warm cup of coffee. Annette awoke just as I was fastening her wrist restraints. When she tried to speak, I put my hand over her mouth to stifle her efforts. I used the restraints to fasten her wrists to the bedposts and her ankles to the footboards. When I was finished, I got dressed and headed out to get a hot cup of coffee and read the newspaper. I sensed that Annette would be confused by this manoeuvre but this is exactly the type of uncertainty that would become a major component of our new arrangement.
I returned to the apartment about an hour and a half later. Upon entry, I removed all of my clothes and made a B-Line for my shackled Slut. She was very happy to see that I had not abandoned her. I don’t think she had anticipated being chained to my bed but I could tell that she was very excited to see what was going to happen next.
“Are you ready to be a good little Slut, Annette?”
“Yes I am Master.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear. I am going to shower now. When I am finished, I am going to fuck your beautiful face. Do you like sucking cock?”
“Yes Master. I LOVE it and I am quite the expert if I do say so myself.”
“Spoken like a true Dirty Little Slut! After I am finished showering, I am going to fill up your mouth with cum!”
“I can’t WAIT Master. If I could finger myself right now, I surely would!”
As promised, I showered and went immediately to the bed. I straddled Annette’s upper torso, placing my knees underneath her underarms. I then pulled up her head and placed her mouth over my swollen manhood. She eagerly accepted my offering and seemed to delight in licking every inch. When my excitement level was nearing its apex, I grabbed the back of Annette’s head with both hands and forced her to pump in a furious manner as I pumped myself into her mouth. When I came, I sprayed my load onto her face and into her hair. After doing so, Annette begged me to let her taste my juices. Bit by bit, I placed small amounts of cum on my fingers and placed them in her mouth to feed her insatiable hunger. I did not remove any of the cum from her hair and decided that I was going to make her go home without showering or removing a single droplet.
After fucking Annette’s face, I removed her restraints and told her that I was very busy and that it was time for her to go home. I was lying of course, but I had to let her know that I meant business and that I would not waver in giving her the treatment she so richly desired. Our first experience together ended with Annette making the “Walk of Shame” back to her apartment in her cum matted hair.
To call this an auspicious beginning would be an understatement of massive proportions. Over the next few months, Annette and I explored each other’s minds and bodies with reckless and uninhibited abandon. We shared too many fantasies to count and lived out as many of them as was humanly possible. The amount of thought and preparation that went into our lovemaking made the mere thought of being with someone who was not as passionate and creative as Annette never even a consideration. When I wasn’t fucking her, I was thinking about fucking her and of new ways to make her submissive dreams become a reality.
The only real fly in the ointment in our relationship stemmed from the fact that our jobs both required an excessive amount of travel. This was less of a problem when we were both travelling at the same time and more of a problem when we were not. When we were both home on the same weekend, we fucked non-stop and I DO mean NON-STOP. When we were apart for extended periods of time, it drove us crazy. Because our mutual attachment was so deep and profound, the thought of cheating NEVER entered my mind or hers for that matter. The more I pondered this state of affairs, the more the idea entered my head of doing something to symbolise Annette’s devotion to me and to make it impossible for her to cheat on me at the same time.
Annette and I share so many mutual interests and one of them involves reading deliaday Journal of a Sex Slave on the internet. Delia is a woman who has a series of VERY large vaginal piercing designed to ensure her chastity. The photos on this site caused an idea to germinate in my fertile mind. I would create my own device to ensure Annette’s chastity when we were apart. It would be more for symbolic reasons than anything else and would be worth pursuing on a number of levels. Besides the obvious benefits of the design features, it would look beautiful when attached to Annette’s pussy and would further the bond between us.
Unbeknownst to Annette, I begin to design Annette’s device. I taught myself how to use some of the tools on my computer and was able to come up with a pretty good prototype. The device would perform two disparate functions: 1) To plug Annette’s pussy so that she would always have something inside of her; and 2) To zipper her pussy shut, symbolising her devotion to me. My prototype contained the following design elements: 1) A ball attached to a bar that would be inserted into Annette’s pussy; 2) A hole drilled into the ball and leading to a tunnel in the insertion bar to allow for the escape of menstrual blood; 3) A slightly curved bar attached perpendicularly to the insertion bar which would house six rings on either side, which would in turn be attached to her labia.
It took awhile, but after an exhaustive search, I was able to find someone to produce Annette’s device. When I went to Jade Dragon, to examine it for the first time, Frank (the guy who actually made it) was very pleased with the way it came out and asked if he could document the “installation” for posterity because he had never seen anything like it during his career in the bodily ornamentation business. With all of the necessary pieces in place, it was time to decide on a time and date to have Annette measured and fitted with her new jewellery piece.
I knew that Annette was going to have to travel to Turkey at the end of the month and that she would be gone for ten days. This made me decide to set up her appointment at Jade Dragon for the day before her departure. I would take her to lunch at Tsunami and then ask her if she wanted to go check out some of the tattoo designs and body jewellery at Jade Dragon. This was going to be TOO easy. Annette LOVES Jade Dragon and had been dropping numerous hints about wanting to acquire some new punctures. Little did she know!
On the day in question, everything went according to plan. Annette and I had a great lunch and I asked her if she’d like to head over to Jade Dragon to check out some jewellery. I didn’t have to ask twice. When we entered the store, Annette wanted to browse through some of Frank’s custom designs. She seemed a little annoyed when I grabbed her arm and led her to the back of the store where the private piercing and tattooing rooms are located. When we arrived at the predestinated coordinates, I opened the door and Annette was shocked to see a camera crew and several of the store employees waiting for us.
“What is going on, Peter?”
“Well Annette, you’ve been dropping some hints about wanting to get pierced again so that is what we are going to do.”
“That’s great Peter. But why are there so many people here to watch?”
“Because you are going to have a very SPECIAL and unique piece of jewellery affixed to your body today. That’s why. Oh and by the way, I designed it myself.”
“I must admit Peter, I’m feeling more than a little trepidation about this. I’m also very excited to find out what my Master has in store for me!”
“That is as it should be my little Slut. Now remove your skirt and panties, take a seat in that chair and place your legs in the stirrups.”
“As you wish, Master.”
Without delay, Annette obeyed my command. Once she was seated in the chair, Frank placed his foot on a pedal that lifted the chair to provide him with a better angle to perform his job. The first order of business was for Frank to remove the two rings that were already inserted into Annette’s outer labia. Once they were removed, Frank took the device like a corkscrew, inserted the end with the ball into Annette’s pussy and lined up the top rings with the punctures that had already been created. The bemused look on Annette’s face was priceless! I couldn’t tell whether she wanted to play with herself or run screaming from the store. I’d be willing to bet that both thoughts had entered her mind!
With the device inserted into Annette’s pussy, Frank unscrewed the balls on the top set of rings and inserted them into the holes, allowing it to stay in place. He then took out a small measuring tape and painstakingly marked the spots where the remaining rings were to be inserted. This process was mind numbingly slow, but as carpenters always say: “Measure twice, cut once.” When all 10 spots were marked, Frank began to go to work with the needle. With the precision and care of a surgeon, he clamped off the first spot and inserted the needle as Annette winced in pain. After the puncture was made, another ring was inserted into the opening. The process seemed to take years. I can only imagine what it was like for Annette. This was going to be quite a shock for her system.
Midway through the operation, I had an idea. It was clear that Annette was experiencing a great deal of pain and discomfort and needed something to take her mind to another place. Being the magnanimous sort of the guy that I am, I decided to provide her with a needed distraction.
“Frank, do you think this would be easier on Annette if I were to put my cock in her mouth.”
“Hey, whatever floats your boat Pal. There’s a lever on the back of the chair that will put her in a prone position. If you lower her like that and stand on one of those crates over there, I ‘m sure you could have her polishing your knob in no time.”
“What do you think of that, Annette? Do you want me to put my cock in your mouth?”
“Please do it Peter. I LOVE sucking your cock and I don’t care WHO watches.”
“Very well then!”
I lowered the back of the chair so that Annette was now in a prone position. I positioned a crate on her right side, stood on it and then removed my cock from my pants and placed it in her mouth. She devoured it like someone who hadn’t eaten a meal in days. The suction was so powerful that I’m quite sure Annette could have sucked a bowling ball through a garden hose. It felt AMAZING and I was completely oblivious to the fact that there was a room full of people. When I finally fired off my payload, I could hear Annette gagging as it struck the back of her throat with the force of a hurricane. Everyone in the room let out loud laughs as Annette struggled to keep it all down. By the time her gagging ceased, Frank was finished. The room erupted in applause.
“How are you feeling Annette?”
“VERY sore Peter. I can’t wait to see my new adornment though.”
“Frank, do you have a hand mirror.”
“Yeah sure, no problem.”
“Goddamn this hurts like hell but it sure is beautiful. Now I can see why you were so intent on shaving me down there this morning. I love how shiny it is and the way the rings look against my flesh. I can’t wait to hear the jingling sound it’s going to make when my clit ring hits it.”
“When you are not available to me Annette, your chastity will be enforced by this device. When you ARE available to me, I will have unfettered access to your mouth and ass. After you have healed sufficiently, I will remove your device when and only when I see fit to do so. Am I understood?”
“I’d want it no other way, Master.”
“Very well then, time to go home, Annette. Frank, I must thank you for your expertise and precision. Please feel free to show this tape any time and any place you like. The only thing I ask is that it doesn’t show up on the net.”
“Hey no prob, Peter. I wouldn’t pull any bullshit like that. It probably IS the best fucking tape we’ve ever made though. I think I’ll watch it tonight.”
With that, we all exchanged goodbyes and Annette and I headed back to my place in a taxi, after she had put her skirt and panties back on, of course. Though she was moving somewhat gingerly, there was not a single hint of discomfort on her face. As she rested her right hand on my left inner thigh, she was gently running the fingers of her left hand over the device.
“So what do you think of being sealed up for me, Annette?”
“I LOVE that you’ve done this for me, Peter. I’ve fantasised about doing something like this before but I’ve never fully articulated it to myself. I think it makes quite a statement and further proves to me that you really understand me. It’s not that I didn’t already know that but I just think that my new device is the ultimate physical manifestation of our bond. It symbolises my submission to your will and the fact that I am a SLUT and that you are to control how I express this part of my being.”
“That is EXACTLY what I had in mind, Annette. I can’t imagine that there is anyone else in this world who would be able to comprehend this fact better than you do.”
“And did I mention the fact that I think it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and I LOVE how it makes my pussy look. I could just stare at it for DAYS! OOOOH, I think I just discovered yet another benefit!”
“And what is that, Annette?”
“The little ball just rubbed against my G-Spot. It felt incredible!”
“Think of me whenever that happens, Annette!”
“You KNOW I will, Master!”
“You must also be aware by now that you will need to use towels in place of tampons.”
“A small sacrifice, Master. A small sacrifice indeed.”
Needless to say, the night that ensued was better than fantastic. I ran my tongue over every square inch of Annette’s body and made good on my promise to avail myself of her bum and mouth. She later remarked to me that she was so worn out by our activities that she slept through more than half of the flight to Istanbul. The metal detectors were an issue but somehow she made it through the draconian security.
While Annette was away, my mind began working on the creation of our next little adventure. I wanted to do something spectacular to welcome her back but I wasn’t sure about what direction this was going to take. As fate would have it, I came face to face with the answer to my question one day while shopping for a new Slave Collar for Annette at Tabou Tabou. While browsing through the store, I recognised one of the employees as a girl who used to live in my old apartment building. Her name was Jamie and I knew that she was someone who had been employed in the sex industry in some sort of capacity. I’d heard that she’d dabbled in being a Mistress and probably was involved in some other activities. I never asked her about that back then because I really didn’t care. I thought she was very cool and I partied with her friends and her on many occasions. I never actually made a play for her because I was involved with someone else and I didn’t want to fuck that up. I flirted with her a bit, but it was mostly in a friendly, non threatening way. Besides, being platonic friends with a really hot woman certainly isn’t the worst thing in the world.
When Jamie recognised me, she came over immediately and gave me a huge hug. After the obligatory exchange of pleasantries, she asked me what I was looking for and I told her that there a certain naughty little girl that was in need of a new collar. She asked me if it was for the girl I was with when we lived in the same building and I told her that it most certainly was not. Jamie perked up instantly.
“I didn’t know that were into this sort of thing, Peter. Did your new girlfriend introduce you to this or have you always been a perv and just didn’t want to let me know.”
“I’d have to say that option 2 would be more accurate. With my new girlfriend, our interests have always been VERY mutual. We are VERY open and experimental and give each other complete freedom to articulate our most deeply held fantasies.”
“That sounds VERY exciting, Peter. I’ve got a break coming up. Why don’t we go grab a sandwich and you can tell me more about it? After that, I’ll show you our collections of collars. I can even model them for you if you want.”
“That sounds like a great plan to me, Jamie. Let’s do it!”
After alerting her boss to the fact that she was going to take her lunch break, Jamie and I went to grab some food. As we made our way to the restaurant, I took note of how her appearance had changed since I knew her before. When we lived in the same building, her hair was light brown and past shoulder length and she dressed in a style that could be best described as Classy Stripper. Her new look was quite different. Her hair was now platinum blonde and very closely cropped with a part of the left side of her head. The top was sort of slicked back and the back and sides were not buzzed but may have been so a short time ago. She wore her makeup in a way that gave her face a somewhat severe look. It was VERY attractive but not in the sort of way that could be described as conventional. I guess domineering would be the best way to describe her. After we ordered our food, we began to chat.
“I like that hairstyle on you. It’s so much more striking than your old look. Not that it looked bad on you but it was kind of commonplace.”
“I agree completely! I LOVE standing out in a crowd and I LOVE seeing the quizzical looks on some peoples faces and the lustful looks on others.”
“Hairstyles are one of my big fetishes, Jamie. I want to do something spectacular with Annette’s hair and I want to do it SOON!”
“Really? What did you have in mind?”
“Well, what I’d REALLY like to do is to have her hair cut in a severely angled bob. The hair on the top of her head would be parted in the middle and cover her face completely. The angle of the cut would start just below her ears and go up past the occipital bone. The back would be buzzed down with a number 1 blade, leaving behind a velvety smooth peach fuzz. I would have the option of shaving the area bald with hot lather and a straight razor if I so desired.”
“Dammnnnn Peter, I LOVE that idea. I think that style is the SEX!! Would you be doing the cutting yourself?”
“I’m not sure about that one, Jamie. I’ve never done it before thought I’m quite sure that I could. I haven’t decided yet if I’d rather do it myself or watch it being done. Actually, it’s kind of a win/win proposition.”
“I don’t know if you are aware of it Peter, but among the millions of jobs that I’ve held, I’ve cut some hair before. I know what you are looking for and I could do it in my fucking sleep. I think I’d get a real rush out of it too!”
“Well that certainly is food for thought! Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”
“Sure, go right ahead. I’m a shameless pervert and I’ve got nothing to hide.”
“Are you still in the dominatrix business?”
“I’ve been known to be a dominating bitch at times, so I guess the answer is yes.”
“What would you think of a little adventure with Annette and I, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I think that there is certainly the potential for such an adventure to be one hell of a lot of fun. What exactly did you have in mind?”
“Understand that I’m sort of making this up as I go but as I see it, the major elements would be these. You’d bring some of your toys over, you’d cut Annette’s hair in the style I’ve described and the two of us would treat her like the little sex object that she is. Are you averse to playing with girls?”
“Oh God no! I mean although I’m strictly hetero when it comes to relationships, I’ll play with girls anytime. Especially if they are as sexy and naughty as Annette must be.”
“Wow! This could really be something! How does next Saturday night sound to you?”
“I think I could clear some time in my schedule for that. Shit, I’m starting to get wet just thinking about it. Why do you want to wait so long?”
“Annette is in Turkey right now and she doesn’t get back until Friday. I figure I’ll give her a day to rest up and then we can blow her fucking mind.”
“Here’s my number. Phone me when you have all of the details and let me know what you’ll want me to bring. I’m VERY excited about this!”
“I’m glad I ran into you, Jamie. We’re going to push a few boundaries with Annette. By the way, I know I don’t have to remind you but I want you to be a real BITCH with her. I’m giving you Carte Blanche to make her YOUR personal Slut for the evening.”
“Say no more. You’ve got the right girl!”
Before Annette arrived back in the states, Jamie and I conspired to make plans to “welcome” her back. Saturday night could not arrive soon enough! Annette was exhausted when she arrived at my apartment on Friday. She was very apologetic about not being in the mood for a wild romp and I could tell that she really needed to shake off the jet lag. I think I surprised her by being so conciliatory, given the fact that I had not had sex for ten days (at least not with another person!). I drew a hot bath for her and told her that she was going to need all of her strength tomorrow. She smiled and thanked me for being so understanding.
When Annette woke up around 2:00pm the next day, she seemed to be VERY refreshed. She told me that her new punctures were healing quite nicely and that she had worked out a new way to get herself off by sitting in a certain position so that the ball inside of her stimulated her G-Spot while she played with her clit and clit ring. I became aroused immediately and asked for a demonstration. She gladly obliged my wishes and I got VERY excited just watching her. After she finished herself off, I availed myself of her mouth and she responded by giving the best blow job she had ever given me and swallowing every last drop. What followed was a very lazy afternoon. We took a bath together and talked about how much we missed each other’s company while she was away. Before I knew it, it was 7:30pm and Jamie was due to arrive at 9:00pm.
“I want you to shower up and get ready for tonight, Annette.”
“Are we going out tonight?”
“Not exactly, Annette. Just do as I say. I can assure you that boredom will not be a factor tonight.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“I want to push some boundaries tonight. That is all you need to know.”
“What do you want me to wear?”
“I’ll lay out your outfit while you are in the shower.”
“Yes, Master.”
While Annette was in the shower, I proceeded to lay out her clothes. I wanted the contrast between her and Jamie to be as obvious as possible. Jamie was to be the domineering Bitch and Annette was to be the innocent little girl who discovers what a Slut she truly is. Given these parameters, I decided that I was going to clothe her in white crotchless and assless tights, frilly white anklets to be worn over the tights, a puffy and frilly white dress trimmed in lace and a white headband with a bow that would rest on the top of her head. On her feet would be her black patent leather Mary Janes with three inch platforms to add a touch of naughty fetish ness to the Lolita inspired ensemble.
Annette emerged from the bedroom as the picture of smouldering, yet innocent sexuality. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. It was now about 8:45pm and I knew that there was a little time to kill before Jamie’s arrival. I instructed Annette to go into the bathroom and put on more eyeliner. I wanted her to use a shitload of it and I wouldn’t take no for an answer. She complied with my wishes and did as she was told. At 9:00pm sharp, there was a knock on the door.
“Who the fuck is that, Peter. Are you expecting company tonight? PLEASE make them go away. I want you to fuck my brains out tonight.”
“Don’t question me, Annette. I AM expecting company tonight so you’d better not pout about it. Am I understood?”
“I’m sorry Master.”
“Hello Jamie! I see you’ve brought your tools.”
“Yes I have Peter. Where is that little Slut of yours?”
“Annette, this is Jamie. Jamie, this is Annette.”
“Nice to meet you, Jamie.”
“Charmed I’m sure. Do you always dress like a fucking little ten year old with bows in your hair and those slutty little anklets or did you lose some sort of bet?”
“Well no, Peter just ….. I mean not usually …. But it’s just I’ve been away …. and I thought ….”
“You’re a stuttering little WHORE, aren’t you? Where the FUCK did you learn how to talk? I thought the fucking English were some literate motherfuckers. I guess I was wrong.”
I could tell immediately that Annette was WAY out her comfort zone and that Jamie was enjoying every sadistic second of being the domineering tormentor. Her clothing was pure dominatrix! She wore black, patent leather lace up boots that had an ever so slightly pointed toes, five inch heels and three inch platforms. Her pants were made from skin tight, black PVC and her corset was bright red and covered approximately half of her breast area. She looked FANTASTIC! I couldn’t wait to see what she was going to do and say next. It didn’t take long to find out. Jamie pulled my coffee table off of the oriental rug and paused for a second to examine the terrain.
“Peter, why don’t you tell that little Lolita Slut Cunt to get on her knees right here. We need to teach her dirty little ass some fucking RESPECT!”
“I think you’d better do as she says, Annette.”
“Yes, Master”.
Annette assumed the position on the floor like a proper submissive. Jamie opened up her bag of “tools” and extracted a two foot bar with padded cuffs on either end. She then bent down over Annette and got right up in her face, screaming at her to spread her legs wider. Annette obliged the request as tears began to well up in her eyes causing the eyeliner to run down the sides of her face. As it did so, Jamie removed Annette’s headband and bow with mildly disguised contempt.
“You’d BETTER be crying you little CUNT. Tonight I am going to strip you of your pride AND I am going to FUCK your man! What do think of THAT you little WHORE?”
“No. PLEASE don’t hurt me.”
“I’m not going to HURT you, you little imbecile. I’ll probably hurt your feelings though!”
I couldn’t tell whether Jamie was acting or not. I suspect that this all came very natural to her. Sure it was role play, but it was also a very organic expression of her personality. Her next move was to fasten the padded cuffs to Annette’s ankles. When they were properly fastened, she circled Annette to plot her next move like a Lioness circling a trapped antelope. With a sudden fury, she then unzipped the back of Annette’s dress. When the zipper was down by the small of Annette’s back, she grabbed each side of the dress and ripped it into two pieces and then pulled it off of her before she had a chance to respond. Jamie then walked over to her bag and removed a set of handcuffs which she first attached to Annette’s left wrist, manoeuvred the chain attaching the cuffs underneath the bar and then grabbed the right wrist and locked the cuff into place. The look on Annette’s face was one of pure terror.
She was wearing only the shoes, anklets, tights and collar and was devoid of any control of her situation. Jamie was absolutely delighted by this and laughed as she grabbed the front of Annette’s collar and pulled her into a face down position on the floor with her ass exposed to the world. Jamie then retrieved a pair of items from her toolkit: a bottle of lubricant and an inflatable butt plug. She squirted a copious portion of the lubricant into Annette’s anal crevice and began to work it in with her fingers.
“I’ll bet you’ve never had a woman put her fingers in your ass like this before, have you?”
“No I haven’t.”
“It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes it does, Jamie.”
“Oh yeah, well tell me how this feels you fucking tramp!”
Jamie inserted the plug into Annette’s lubricated and puckered opening. Annette was face down on the Oriental rug, her moans muffled and indistinguishable. Confidant that the plug was inserted properly, Jamie grabbed the back of Annette’s collar and pulled her up to her knees. At this point, I was too aroused for words. I immediately removed my shoes, socks and trousers and walked towards Annette. As I did this, I noticed that Jamie was plugging the clippers into the wall outlet. Annette had NO idea what was in store for her. While I waited for Jamie to arrive with the clippers, I playfully slapped the side of Annette’s face with my cock. When Jamie snapped the clippers to life, the room was filled with a loud buzzing sound. In no time at all, Jamie was performing Annette’s haircut to my specifications. She placed the clippers underneath Annette’s right ear and made repeated cuts towards her occipital bone until she had crafted the perfect angle. She quickly and expertly repeated this action on the left side of Annette’s head as her lap and torso were now covered in hair clippings.
With this work completed, I placed my cock in Annette’s mouth as Jamie ran the clippers over the back of her head again and again. Annette was positively enraptured by the feeling of the clippers on the back of her head and the taste of my cock in her hot mouth. When Jamie was finished buzzing the back of Annette’s head she grabbed my head, pulled me towards her and began kissing me passionately. Although Annette could not actually see this taking place, Jamie made exaggerated smacking noises with her lips and moaned loudly to let Annette know exactly what was going on. To add further emphasis to her intentions, Jamie made sure that several droplets of saliva fell directly on top of Annette’s head.
Annette’s work on my cock was driving me towards the point of no return. I had my hands on the back of her newly shorn nape and the combination of this and the warm, wet feeling of her mouth on my cock was going to make me come very soon. Grabbing the back of her head, I began to pump it with prodigious zeal. When I realised how little time was left, I stopped kissing Jamie and began to inflate the plug lodged in Annette’s bum hole. As it filled her up, I could tell that she was in another world. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I shot my load into the back of her throat. She smiled as she gagged on my juices, covered in freshly cut hair with remnants of dried eyeliner streaks still on the sides of her face. Despite the fact that she was in a most vulnerable position, Annette did not allow a drop of cum to escape from her mouth. Seeing someone you feel so bonded with experiencing sensory overload is an amazing thing!
“Do you have any beer, Peter? I’m fucking parched.”
“Yeah sure, Jamie. Let’s go to the kitchen and have a few. Why don’t you remove the handcuffs first? I want Annette to see what the back of her head feels like.”
“As long as I can have a beer, I’ll do whatever you say.”
With the handcuffs removed, Annette began to run her fingers all over the back of her head. It was obvious that she was getting turned on by this because she couldn’t stop doing it. She also couldn’t stop shaking her head from side to side to enjoy her newfound freedom from having so much hair. Jamie brought a beer to Annette and she eagerly devoured it.
“Don’t go anywhere BITCH! I’m not finished with you yet. I told you that I was going to fuck your man and that’s EXACTLY what I plan to do!”
Annette did not respond to this taunt and decided instead to wait patiently for the next course of action. As she did so, Jamie and I plotted strategy. Jamie wanted desperately to get off and I suggested just how we would get that done. I explained my plan to her and she LOVED it. In order to allow me to recharge my batteries, we kept Annette waiting for about a half an hour. When I was ready to go again, I had Jamie disrobe completely. We went back to the living room and positioned the coffee table about five feet away from Annette. Jamie laid down in a prone position on the table and I proceeded to fuck her pussy while Annette watched us with a mixture of contempt and excitement.
Due to the nature of my intentions, it was not my plan to have this be a marathon fucking session. I blew my load into Jamie in about five minutes. When I was finished, Jamie cupped her hand over her pussy to keep my juices from escaping her opening. She then walked over to Annette and pulled the back of her head onto her wet pussy. Jamie positioned the newly shorn portion of Annette’s head in such a way as to maximize the stimulation of the microscopic bristles on her clitoris. The combination of Jamie’s natural wetness and my cum allowed the lips of her pussy to conform to every contour of Annette’s skull and she began to hump it with abandon. As soon as she realised what Jamie was doing, Annette really started getting into it and began to moan with pleasure as Jamie’s thighs clamped down on her skull. The suction noises that were emanating from the back of Annette’s head were turning me on a HUGE way. I found the key to the ankle cuffs and removed them Annette’s legs. I spread her legs apart and began to lick her clit so that I would be able to hear the sounds of TWO women moaning in ecstasy. In no time at all, this is exactly what was happening.
At this point, time was no longer a relevant concept. I was positively drunk with excitement and didn’t emerge from my trance like state until I heard Jamie collapse on the floor from the power of her orgasm. The back of Annette’s head was drenched in both cum and pussy juice. She smiled at me and then slid over and positioned her head between Jamie’s legs and proceeded to lap away at her pussy like a seasoned professional. She then slid her body over Jamie’s body and kissed her deeply and tenderly on the mouth. Jamie embraced her and then gently ran both hands over Annette’s ass. She then playfully pumped the bulb of the butt plug. Annette giggled and looked Jamie in the eyes.
“I just HAD to share those flavours with you. I knew that they would please you.”
“Thanks for doing that, Annette. You are pretty damn hot for such a submissive little Slut.”
“Yes I AM a submissive little Slut. I am Peter’s submissive little Slut and I am VERY happy to be just that!”
This should be read in conjunction with the images I included in my last Post. I'm apprehensive but SO excited about this!