It started off normal, a 2 hr drive to Masters house. My pussy soaked knowing that soon I would be used like the slut I am. This damn cold, a box of tissues, a purse full of medicine, cough drops, and lube... I was on my way.
My excitement grew as I got close, my pussy now soaking through my panties, I needed to be used and my body needed his commands. I walk in, undress as usual and Master takes no time in using my body. Binding my arms and wrists behind my back, tying my boobs tight, and me kneeling before him as he lands blow after blow with his wooden dowel on my tits and outer thigh. The pain becomes almost to much, I want to beg him to stop, yet the wetness of my pussy is telling me I want more. He lets me choose where the next blows will land, I begin alternating the hits yet i find i keep picking my boob, it hurt the worse.. and i wanted more. His fingers fuck my soaked pussy and i cum more times then i can remember. He lays me on my back, fucks me till I almost drop, a great night.. but it is just the beginning.
I awake to a gorgeous bruise on my tit, I smile as i think of our night. Master rolls over and i suck him, tasting his precum in my mouth, and feeling his thick cock gag me as i devour every inch. We fuck again and he rewards me with a mouth full of his cum, I suck my cum and his off his cock and I lay back, smiling, knowing that the day is still young. We fuck again later and I realize it isnt even dinner time yet, yes.. this slut is getting all that she needs and more.
We head to our play party. It is my first, I have no idea what to expect. I am excited, nervous, drugged up on cough medicine, and wet... I am in need again, and ready for more. Friends arrive, we talk, we play truth or consequences, I am topless within minutes, my tits being bound and my pussy soaking my panties. I laugh as someone points out I already have a wet spot and think to myself.... they have no idea the puddle I can make. I am spanked, flogged, cropped and used by multiple Doms, switches, men and women. I love every minute and want more. I learned something about myself that night, there isnt an ounce of me that is a sadist. I cant hit others, I cant watch others being hit, yet I crave it to be me that is being beaten. My flesh feeling their lashes and I sit there, in between my Master and another man and crave for their hands to touch my pussy.. I need to cum. Master grabs a woman by her hair and convinces her head to my pussy, I watch as she licks the woman next to me, knowing that next is my turn. I crave to kiss her lips as the other slut sucks her clit, her tits are calling my mouth, her husband needing his cock in my mouth as he watches... this damn cold, I cant give it to someone else.. so I sit and watch. It is my turn... her sweet lips kissing mine, sucking on my clit, fingering my pussy as I look at Master begging him for permission to cum. I do, twice. My voice gone, my cumming more of a lite whimper, yet my insides raging for more. The party ends, Master takes me up stairs.. fucks me hard again while our guests in the other room listen to me cumming over and over on his cock. Cleaning his cum and mine off his cock again. I roll over and smile.. I still have tomorrow.
The morning starts off normal, but in a sluts life, it doesnt stay normal for long. He brings me upstairs, hog ties me and teaches another Sir how to use the flogger. They flog my body, over and over, every inch of me sore... yet yelling for more. Master fucks me with the vibe as Sir Rain flogs me and I beg to cum. Wetting the sheets and his hands.. still smiling... and loving a sluts life.
The day is young, we fuck more, watch Football ( YAY GIANTS!) and we fuck again. The day is coming to a close and tomorrow I head back home. Such a sad feeling, I am loving my new life, the real world is not as much fun.
We awake, his cock is in my mouth again, he slaps my bruises over and over, we fuck and he kisses me goodbye. He smiles as he kisses my forehead and tells me how proud he is of me, what a good whore i am. And it hits me at that moment... I have crossed over.. i am no longer just a slut.. but a whore. Masters needy whore.. it is never enough, I always want more.. and I cant wait till I can be kneeling before him again.... exactly where this whore loves to be.