Exploring Behind

Exploring Behind

Author: Wolfslut

My love kisses my ear one last time then stands up and away from me. I'm laying on my belly on the soft coffee table, a kind of elongated pouffe about 25 cm in height, corse woven olive brown cover. Not too pretty, a functional item only. My arms are stretched out in front of me and tied at the wrists with a cord. No socks this time, Master wont have them! As always I'm blindfolded, I'm starting to think Master will never let me see him. This position is very comfortable, I'm fully relaxed, even my wrists are if I slide one hand a little higher then the other, and let the heel of right hand sit on the wrist of my left then the cord barely even cuts.  Again it is his breathing that tells me that my Master is here. Rugged, hoarse, but this time I notice that it is more then the breathing, there is a certain suction feeling in the air, a magnitism for energy. As though the air particals all zone in on him and move in his general direction. I have barely anytime to process this before  with a sharp lash  on my behind he is leaning over me, warm breath tickling my ear and blocking out all other sound.

"Hello my Slut!" He rasps and his deep voice reaches inside me and shivers down my back.

"Hello  Master" I almost moan, I have longed for this man and my body instinctively reacts and wants to be wrapped in him. But I am still cautious, not sure of his mood yet, must tread carefully.  "been a long time Master" I whisper.

"It has my Slut" he agrees "I have missed you". He moves away from me again and I feel the soft  flogger trickling along my back, the leather is still cold, like gentle rain drops. Of course only until he raises it and slams it on to my naked ass. Then it's a lot of cold at once, but today this flogger is kind, it only ever  stings if it wraps around the sides of my hips or my thighs during a flogging.

"First we have the list of punishments to make our way through as you have not been a good little slut.  We will get through some of those today"
"Yes Master"  

"First there are two sets of ten for talking back and being cheeky when we told you to lose contact with certain people. I do not remember anymore what you said, but that's irrelevant you will still get your punishment. You will count! Is that clear?".

"Yes Master"

I count and thank him after every smack. The first ten are with the leather, the second set with the acrylic flogger. The twenty are soon followed by the next ten  and another ten after that for other  rules I havefailed to comply with.  After, he does what I love. He climbs on my back, his weight  pushing down into the pouffe and leans close to my ear.

"Good girl, my Slut. You have pleased me. I love you" he says directly into my ear.

"A kiss please Master?"  I squirm with pleasure and start moving slightly under him.

"You wish to kiss me my Slut?"

"Yes please Master"

"You must ask for permission 'Permission to kiss Master'" He says while biting my cheek.

"Permission to kiss Master please" I sigh.  His kisses are hard, aggressive, teeth cutting into my cheeks, catching my tongue.  But Passionate and just what I wanted.  I hold my breath and he moves back to my neck and ear, bitting and licking.

"Which flogger did you prefer Slut,  the first or the second?"
"The first Master"  I say truthfully as the acrylic one stings everytime, no matter how hard or where he uses it is.

"Did the second one hurt more?"
"Yes Master"
"Well then I prefer that one, so we are using that one. Did you ask for permission to rub your arse against me?"
"No Master" I say and lay very still.

"You need to ask"
"May I rub my arse against you?"
"You say: "Permission to rub my arse against you" Say it now!"
"Yes Master. Permission please to rub my arse against you Master?"
"Not. Given." And with that he pushes off the pouff.

He is behind me, near my feet.
"On your elbows, and knees!" He orders.

" Spread your legs!" I move my knees a little wider apart. He kicks them further apart still, I gasp, nearly loosing my balance altogether.

He is busy doing  something, there is a lot of rattlling, fabric rubbing and pulling and it takes a long time.  I'm trying to guess what he is doing, perhaps opening the wooden ruler we got recently? Surely that doesn't take that long.....there must be something else. I can't guess it just by the sounds. My curiosity raises my head, turns it towards him. He must be ready because in the next second he roughly turns and pushes my head back on to the pouffe and I adds a slap accross the ass cheeks and then on my cunt too.

"Oh! Aah! Thank you Master!"

Then he rams a big strap on cock into my cunt. And fucks me roughly with it, this dildo is shaped so that it presses on my  g-spot and the sensation is a constant tug-of-war between insane pleasure and intense pain. I can never decide which it is. But it makes me loud, makes me moan, makes me cry out. Master loves it. He is growling, grunting and swearing. Adding a slap here and there to my arse, so that my moans are broken by strangled thank yous.  

He stops before I cum. We are both panting.  I want more. I loved and hated the roughness of it.

"Crawl over to me here and sit on me!" I get up on my knees and turn. He is uncertain if I can find him, so he reaches for me and guides me.  I straddle him, while he leans back, instantly the dildo is painfully back,  deep inside me.

"Ghhhaaaargh" I half sigh and start to cautiously move. The cautious part doesn't last long. At first he orders me to be faster and when my speed still doesn't suit him, he grabs my waist and moves me himself. When that is not enough he combines with thrusting his hips up towards me. I think my vagina might split in half!

"Enough!" he says getting  up, I kneel  head bent down, waiting for my next instructions.  He places a peg on each nipple, my breasts swell a little in response and begin to tingle.

He fetches a chair, I hear my clothes being flumped on the floor. The chair creaks as he sits.
"Come here! Kneel infront of me! Suck my cock" I'm more then happy to do so.

"Suck it fast and deep. Make it hard" I suck till I gag, then I pause and continue. Soon he grabs my hair and moves my head for me, pushing himself even deeper into my throat. I taste bile, and blink tears. Involuntarily, I'm making a continues plunger noises. He continues.

"Yes! The sounds!" he growls. "More sounds!" I up the volume as I can.

"Gljuück gljuück gljuück GLJAARGH! " and my whole body convulses around his cock. He pulls out.

"Yes!" he says. I swallow as much of the saliva and stomach acids as I can back down, the rest dribbles out.  

"More!! Suck that cock Slut!" I swallow once more and the his cock is in my mouth again, in my throat again.

"Deeper! Do you like Master's cock Slut? Do you like the  taste?"
It baffles me how he expects me to answer with my mouth full of his cock, but I do my best: "gljes as-ter"

"Good" He says and thrusts himself as deep as he can down my throat. His cock starts to harden, I can feel the rush of blood.

"Can you feel that Master is pleased? Can you feel that your sucking is effective?"

"Gljes as-ter".
When deems himself ready he orders me back on to all fours over my pouffe. Then he leans over me, snakes an arm under my belly to pull at the pegs. Tingles of exquisite pain run through my breasts as he rumbles in my ear "I'm going sitck my cockhead in your arse. Don't be afraid I will use lots of lube".

"Aaaah....Yes Master".  I know I'm ready this time, Sir and I have practiced and prepared me for this. I'm not afraid.

The lube is cold, but his fingers sliding on my cunt and around my holes leaves me breathless. He pushes a slimey finger in my arse as a tester, I don't react badly to that so he switches it carefully for his cock. Master is gentle! And the feeling of him being in there is amazing. I zizzle, there is a pleasure spot or a nerve there that I'm sure has never ever been correctly stimulated. For the first time ever I am actually enjoying anal sex! I feel no pain from it at all and all my tension is gone. I am elated from success.   And just like that I know I want more of this! When he pushes all the way in I push back against him. I want him further in. I want him to move, I want his to be rougher. His pleasure drives me,  he is very vocal, his growling combined by his harsh breathing is one of the most amazing sounds I have ever experienced, every decible shoots tingles of joy to my core. Too soon he pulls out to check if I'm ok. I reasure him and ask for more. He pushes into my cunt this time and fucks me hard there. Then he is out again. I ask for more anal.

"Suck me now Slut!" he says settling on to the chair again.

I'm on my knees, I'm shuffling over to him. I have his cock craddled in my mouth and he is shoving it down my throat.

"You want Master's cock in your arse Slut?"

"Gljes as-ter"
"Good girl! Then make it very hard Slut" I work on that as vigourously as I can. Master comments on it and expresses he is pleased. This makes me work even more. Before I know it I'm ordered back on all fours and am rewarded with his cock pushing deeply into my bum hole again.

Then the alarm kills the game. Time is up. Master  winds down, slows his thrusts and pulls out again.

"I will leave now Slut. You have done very well. You have pleased your Master" He says in my ear. "I love you" he says once more and he is gone before I can reply. But I am smiling. I am uplifted, high on us.

Meeting Sir

Author: Wolfslut

It's not that I've never met Sir before. I have. He occassionally shows  himself for  fractions during the day, lashing out an order at me, or glaring at me accross the room, mostly I acknowledgeand apease him with a "yes Sir".  So,  we are most certainly beyond first introductions, but we have never played together before. Blindfolded now, I could sense him approaching me,  he didn't feel dangerous. A mild presence compared to my Master.

"Hello Sir" I say smiling, leaning my head back towards what I think is his direction, he is standing above and behind me,  while I am sitting on a chair, my head connects lightly with his chest. I feel at ease with him, a comforting presence.

"Hello slut" he replies, a soft smooth voice, no hint of Master's roughness. " you hands should be behind you!". He takes my wrist and secures it to the chair leg with a cable cord.
"This is our first play time together" I observe while making sure my hands and my feet are against the chair legs as he wants.

"It is my slut, it is. And since it is the first time we need to agree on our safe word. You'll say  "red" if things are getting too much. Is that clear?" He is tieing my other hand.
"Yes sir". Sir it seems i s more sensitive then Master, more practical too, Master would never  offer me a safe word! Also he is making me wear thick socks on my hands and feet, reason: cable cords can cut, and they would be difficult to explain away! Sir is certainly a new enigma to me.

Checking that my feet are securely tied too, he first plays with the massage wand on my cunt, the buzz is set to the highest, then shoves a dildo in it  and out again -a large red dildo that can fit a strap on, with wrinkles, folds, curvy bumps and a slight bend to it. An effective toy when combined with the wand, bringing me close to cuming.  All this time we are talking getting to know each other, Sir seems a little distracted, can't fully make up his mind about what he wants. He frees my hands, wants me to please my self, hand's me a slink white vibrator.
"Play with this" he orders. But I am also absent minded as I do what  I am told, right now I am truely more interested in trying to suss Sir, trying to learn who he is. Where is the boundary between him and Master? So I keep talking, asking questions. It seems, he doesn't like that, all too soon, I have over stepped the limit, he has enough of my chatter.

"Slut, you talk too much!" He takes the dildo from my pussy and shoves it in my mouth "Suck on this and such up"

"Ut at if I ro it?" I object my mouth full of silicon

"Oh you better not drop it, you will be in a world of trouble if you do" Perhaps I would like to explore that world.... A memory of my last true punishment from Master flits into my mind, I hold the dildo more firmly. But, this is Sir, not Master, perhaps punishment from Sir wont be so drastic?  Following my thoughts Sir declares "Don't for a moment delude yourself that I shant punish you Slut. I would. I will whip your arse red and more!"  To emphasise he wacks a cable cord on my thigh. A sharp local pain, a sudden sting, that doesn't last long but carries the message home. The dildo slides, my mouth is slippery and full of saliva, but I catch it just in time.  

"Keep fucking yourself with that vibrator!" Concentrating so much on clamping my teeth on the dildo, my hands had stilled on my cunt. Apparently multi tasking doesn't happen in some situations!

" I'm going to let you suck  my cock now". He stands over me one leg on either side, taking the dildo out of my mouth he pushed the back of my head with his hands so that my mouth is filled with his cock. Firmly he holds me there, pulling my hair a little at the roots. A pain that reminds me of my position, I have no choice but to suck him. Happy me!  Greedily I lick, suck, my tongue twirls, it dances, she's delighted, even when I run out of air. He lets me up, then lets me play with him again. I assume he is watching me, enjoying what he sees.
"That's enough now" he says, pulls away, puts the silicon cock back in my mouth. "Suck this while I prepare your treat".

Oh....the treat....
I am aprehensive about this. On my way home he told me to buy fresh ginger root. Like a good sub, I did that, a little confused about his intentions, especially since he asked for two whole roots! That's a whole lot of ginger!!  Later he satisfies my curiousity: he wants to make a ginger dildo! ....That's a scary thought to say the least....ginger is sharp, strong, and not something I would consider comfortable around my sensitive areas. He assures me it's safe, it'll just be a tingle that builds  and builds, gradually, he's read about it, and would like to try it, if I'm ok with it.  Well, anything once?  So here goes....

The scratching of the knife ceases, his carving work is done. I can feel his pride at his work, it makes me smile, makes me trust.  "Ready for this?" Sir is curteous!!!?? Master would never ask!

"Yes Sir" I say a little shocked.  He puts the small dildo in, I'm expecting to wait, it's supposed to take time to be effective,  and I'm listening to my body, I want to feel when the gentle tingle begins, I don't want to miss it. I hope it'll be amazing -

But....

It stings! It burns!  Tears spring to my eyes and I'm wailing! A high pitched keening. I hurts. Instantly! It fucking hurts!!
"Take it out!" I beg. "Take it out! Red, gods damnit red!" I'm not used to safe words, I don't have them with Master!
"Fuck!" he swears realising my pain "Sorry!" It's out. The pain continues. It was in for all of 5 seconds but the pain, oh fucking hell the pain! And it continues, despite it being out. Enough of the ginger oil has seeped into my skin, the pain is endless. I need to wash!
"Shall I untie you?" he asks, his voice is worried.  
I shake my head, there is no need to free  more then my hands, "Cream please!" Instinctively I know water will not be good enough, water willl just spread it, like when you eat chilli, you need to eat bread or rice to soak it, or drink milk, not drink water . This burns more then any chilli I have ever had in my mouth. "In the bathroom, by the sink, the big bottle with the push lid"

"Right" he says and is off looking before I have completed the sentence.  The burning is too intense, but thankfully he is back and gives me the cream. I massage my tortured pussy with it and slowly the pain is soothed. The cream is cool, the effect is most welcome.  My nerve endings calm down and I am once again able to be aware of my surroundings, not just  my body, not just zoned in on my cunt. Like someone turned on the lights in a room at dusk.  I feel exhausted. I feel the tears and sweat slowly drying on my skin. It is because of this focus, followed by a sudden exhaustion that I have barely any memory of this encounter. The ginger pain over shadowed it all! Even though afterwards we continue to play, I cannot write about it, the experiences are gone!

He unties my feet. "Do you want to stop?" he asks.

"No. I'm ok, we can continue" I say "But please, no more ginger"

"No, of course not".

My last memory of Sir before he leaves hours later :
"Sir, can I see your eyes"
"yes my slut" He removes my blind fold. For a second I look into his volcano eyes, the eyes of my soulmate, but now they are intense and grey going black, then he kisses me and Sir's presence is gone. When I next look, his eyes are softer and the golden brown specks that usually fleck his eyes are back, like the gold flecks my curiosity returns: I wonder what Master's eyes are like?

Acrylic String Flogger

Project 3

 

Acrylic String Flogger -  From Scooby Strings!! It stings like crazy!!  Makes an amazing whooooshyratttattatle sound :D And left my arse looking like I'd sat on a back of kittens.

20 - 30 mins.

20 scooby strings (Acrylic strings the length of shoe laces really) we used 5 red and 5 black.

Beads that have largish holes.

Have you ever done hair wrapping before?  If you haven't this video gives you a clue how, it's the technique I used for the handle of the flogger: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIa3AqCiydM

Bunch the strings together take one strand and start by tying, securing the bunch with it. Then fold the end over a little fo give a loop, while you start wrapping the strand you used to tie it all with around all the other strings. Using the same technique as displayed in the video, keep wrapping the strings around the rest of them untill you have a handle that is suitable length for you.

OK that sounds boring, to make it a little more interesting, you can try alternating colours - choose a new strand  from the bunch and place the old one you were wrapping with back into the bunch, start wrapping with the new one. To create the criss-cross pattern, leave out two strings on one colour, and use one string of the other colour to wrap the rest of the bunch (obviously not the two you are leaving out!). For example: I was wrapping with red, so I left out two blacks and continued wrapping with red while the two blacks were just waiting. Because it is important that the flogger ends are roughly the same length and I didnt want anyone of the scooby strings to get too short, I changed strings even when I didn't change colours.  Once I have a red surface that I think is big enough, about 12 cm in this case, I take the two blacks and start wrapping them over the red - much looser this time, crossing them over each other once at the "back" once at the "front"....I repeated this - I have four Xs on the handle. Then I held the two blacks together with the rest and wrapped the bunch with the red. Straight forward?

You can create a very nice pattern by wrapping two strings of two different colours at once too. Or if you know how to properly "scooby string" (a technique I have yet to learn!) you could make a really cool handle by doing that.

Then you tie off the wrapping by slipping the end of the string through the loop, before you pull the wrap tight....a kind of knott? Either way,  I recommend that your first flogger end be a plait that includes the last wrapping string - this will hold the knott in place!

Ok a simple plait: use tree strings and weave them together: under one, over the other, then under with the next one and over the next one etc.....just incase that wasn't clear enough: http://www.ehow.com/how_13449_braid-string.html

Another of our flogger ends is just a series of knotts tied one after the other, along the string, each roughly 1 cm apart from the other.

Another  idea is tie knots on a few of the strings together.

Or if you have big enough holed beads (we didn't): thread them on and secure them with knotts.

That's it really.

It's great having a variety of flogger ends on your scooby flogger, you can use them all together or you can isolate one or more and hold the rest together with the handle as you play.

Enjoy!!

Skore

Author: Wolfslut

I'm a skater at your door,

Coz you summoned me

 "Be here in four"

you promised:

"I'll fuck you to your core

love you till you soar

I'll always want more"

So I go to you,

because it's you I adore

And know I'm forever more

your Switchy-Whore

who goes by the name Skore.

BDSM Crafts - Toy DIY!

Project 2:

Peacock feather tickler. - making time: 10 mins

Materials:

3 peacock feathers

3 largeish beads (it's not the size of bead that matters it's the size of the hole....you have to be able to fit the end of the feathers through it!)

Ribbon

Glue

Wire/string

Method:

Cut the feathers to the lenghth you want them, and trim away the fluffy bits you dont want.

Thread the beads on to each of the three peacock feathers, so that the beads are resting just under the "eye" of the feathers.  Place the three feathers together so that the beads are separating them a little.  A spot of glue on each bead helps them stay in place.

Then take some wire or string and tie the three feathers together about  1cm under the last bead.  Wrap it all the way down to the  end of the feathers this holds it all together. Then take a ribbon, fix it with glue just below where you started the string or wire and from there start wrapping the stick part of the feathers together with ribbon, adding glue ever few centimeters to make sure the ribbon does not slip.

That's it, easy peasey! :D

BDSM Crafts - Toy DIY!

Hi, so I'm a craftsy creative person and my Master is very visual. So combining the two we have the result of us getting together and making our own toys - him watching, enjoying and recording, me working away. Naked of course,  and playing with the materials we use.  Just for fun Master said that all our projects are going in the Wolf's Den.  I'm going to write about what we did, but please remember that these are here to give you ideas and you can elaborate on them as you please!  So enjoy and I hope you find it inspirational.

Project 1:

Feather tickler. - making time: 10 mins

Materials:

Feathers - 10-12 is enough . We used coloured, soft 10cm long feathers.

Long metal/wooden rod, the type used for helping flowers stay upright is good (try a garden centre).

Super glue - fast drying!

Thin wire/ string

Masking  tape (a good source: http://www.masking-tape.jp/en/  they have lots of amazing colours and patterns).

Materials are from a crafts store unless otherwise stated.

Method:

Bunch together your feathers, holding them together at the bottom. Tie them with string or wrap the with thin wire wire.

 Add a spot of glue to the tip of the metal/wooden rod and push it in between the feathers and the wire. 

 Then wrap some more wire/string around it to fix it properly. Using the masking tape, start wrapping it around the bottom of the feathers - covering the wire and the feather ends. Then holding the tape at an angle to the rod start winding your way down to the end of the rod overlapping each wrap.

3

Get to the end and Tadddaaaaa! :D you have your own home made feathertickler

Enjoy!

A Story

Part 2 - Punishment

Author: Wolfslut

"Are you ready?" he whispers in my ear, voice laced with concern, breath and tongue gently
tickling. His arms wrapped tightly around me, for now I'm safe.

"Yes" I whisper back, smelling beer on his breath.

"If it gets too much, call my name!" he says and holds me at arm's length, intensely gazing in my
eyes, I meekly nod. He looks unhappy.

"Okay. You have to put this on" he hands me the blindfold, black, silicone. I stretch it over my
head covering my eyes.

"Lean over the table" he helps me turn towards it. I don't need help, my blind vision is not
perfect but in my own home I don't need eyes to see! Not finding space for my hands and
worried that whatever will happen next may involve sending things flying around the room, I
start moving things around on the table.
"Hang on" He says and starts to help me. Then, I'm ready, leaning with two palms flat on the
table top, amongst all my clutter. He steps back; one hand lightly brushes my cheek "Ok I'm
going to let him out. Remember, call my name".

I'm nervous; I know I'm in trouble. He warned me Master is furious, and he asked for scissors
too! However, I also feel I need this punishment. I deserve it, hell I do deserve it! And I want
it, I want the pain! I want him to absolve me. Ironic, when just a few years ago, I found it sick
how Illuminati priests could beat themselves with whips and worse in order to feel closer to
their god. To feel and share the pain that their god suffered two millennia ago. Now here am
I, wanting to be beaten, to be hurt by my love, my god, to feel the same pain as I caused him.
Because the fact is that I no longer care about the mistake I made, that's irrelevant, I'll learn
from it, it won't be repeated. What is unforgivable to me is that my actions, my mistake caused
him pain! That's what I want to be punished for!

I stand stock still, tense; I am listening intently, not just with my ears: with all. My body is
listening. My soul is listening. I want to catch the moment he changes; I don't want to miss a
beat! Tingling, waiting, silence, my heart racing....then it happens, no sudden shock, not major
explosion, no strobe lights. Nothing like that. It's just breathing: ragged, razor sharp breaths. He
breathes standing behind me, prickling my neck, sinister, sending me chills while at the same
time my body yearns for him, my Master!

I feel him reach for the scissors, they tinkle, metal ones, small and sharp, cringing I'm expecting
the worst. With no words he reaches down to my crotch, to beautiful black lace, over maroon
tights, a sexy combo! Deftly he swipes away at the fabric. Each snip slicing a little more into my
heart, surfacing my guilt, exposing me to his execution.

"You have hurt us badly, you little slut!" His voice is rough, deep, and hoarse. A dry wind
blowing through dead leaves; promising thunder.

"Who you do you think you are you little slut? Do you have any idea how much we love you??!
I am going to punish you for what you did. I am going to cleanse you of your dirty crime, then I
am going to mark you slut, do you understand?"

"Yes Master" I whimper.

"I can't hear you" he barks.

"Yes Master" I say louder.
He takes the flogger and punishes my arse and thighs with it, whipping, slashing, stinging. It
hurts! Yes! Good! I relish it.
"Thank you Master" I say after every slap, meaning it.
"You have been a fucking little slut!"

Whichooo!

"Thank you Master!"

"You have hurt us"

Whichoooo!

"Thank you Master"

"You will NEVER do that again? DO YOU UNDERSTAND??"

Whichooo!

"Yes Master, thank you Master" I am gasping now, the stinging is already so strong, I can feel
my limits stretching, but I don't care, I accept it, I deserve this!

"Do you have any idea how much you have hurt us?"

Whichoooo

"Thank you Master, no Master"

"I will make you feel the pain we felt"
whichoooooooo ......soon I have no clue what he is saying, I just hear the flogger whip through
the air slamming down on my buttocks, feel the sting, respond and prepare for the next slice,
each one cutting away a little more at my flesh. I don't know nor care for how long. For me this
is his justice, plain and fair.

Then he stops, lays flogger down. Now it's just his breathing, my stuttered sighs, my racing
heart, my stinging raw red arse. I can feel the welts forming, like many nettle rashes.

"Go to the bathroom!" He orders. I start to move. I'm too slow.
"Come! Follow!"

Part pushing, part guiding me he takes me to my bathroom, to my shower. I stand silent waiting
for further orders.

"Inside! Sit down!" He barks. I do, carefully leaning against the shower wall, knees a little bent,
the tiles are cold on my exposed bum. I hear him click his camera, the flash flicks open.

"Play with yourself! Rub like you want to cum while I will cleanse you. Open your mouth!"

Mouth open, and fingers busy I start to anticipate what he will do. I am certain when he unzips
and pulls out his cock that he will simply cum in my mouth, that would be good, I would like
that. But then the shocking truth hits me in a bitter, hot stinking stream of urine. Spilling first on
to my clothes with a buzzing sound as it contacts from high up with the fabric, gluing the wolf
picture to my chest as the polyester soaks through. How degrading! I burn with shame. Then

it fills my mouth, I heave, gag, spit it out. Then as my mouth fills again I keep it there, fighting
my instincts letting the piss flow in and drizzle out naturally, it's bitter, so bitter. So disgusting.
But I don't fight it. If Master feels I deserve to be reduced like this, then I know I do, I will not
question his judgment. I know that he is not only cleansing me like he said but like the alpha he
is, he is marking his property.
"Play harder! You are not trying!" my fingers stilled from shock, now they resume their
rubbing. I won't cum; I know in my gut that in these circumstances that it is impossible, I just
hope he won't order me to.

"Rub!" He barks as more pee flows over me, covering my hair, running over my blindfold, down
my nose. I stimulate my clit, my body does not react to the sensation, I could be rubbing a
Barbie's crotch for all the effect it has on me, but I continue. I would never dare to stop.

The stream of piss goes on, and on, forever.

Then it stops.

"Stand up and cleanse yourself"

Shaking, I try to stand; he roughly grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet. I wobble, then reach
slowly for the tap. "May I wait till the water warms Master?" I dread the answer, he knows I
hate being in cold water.

"You may" he replies. I am so surprised, grateful, and relieved, I am almost certain that after
that experience ice cold water would destroy me completely, it would feel more painful than
the flogger lashes. As the water slowly runs till it's warm on my hand I reflect that even when
angry Master cares for my well being.

The warm water tries to soothe me, enveloping me, promising warmth but I can't enjoy it,
pressure is high, he is rushing me. With my finger tips I reach for the shower gel blindly
searching, in danger of knocking all the bottles off the sill.
"It's red" he says.
"Maroon" I correct without thinking under my breath thankfully too quiet for him to hear over
the splashing water. I take the soap, my wet fingers slipping on the bottle, shaking so much I
can barely open the lid. I can feel his buzzing impatience growing as I fumble, making me even
clumsier. Twice I soap all over my face and hair regretting that I can do nothing for my pee
stained clothes. Given time I know I would keep washing over and over, then turn the water up
to scalding and let it burn away the shame from my skin, from my mind, leaving me pink and
peeled. But I don't have time, he is rushing me again, he's not finished with me yet. Gods what's
next?? Soaked and shivering I stand forlorn and miserable awaiting my next instruction
instinctively keeping my eyes downcast. He throws me a towel and ushers me out.
"Get on the bed! All fours! Arse up!" He is not quiet, all this time he has been scolding me his
voice echoing all over the shower, even now he is still drilling me about my betrayal continually,
but on some level I have zoned out. I'm much too focused my very physical discomfort to truly
heed any moral lesson. On my hands knees, staring at my purple bed cover, hair and clothes
dripping, suddenly it dawns on me what he is about to do, why he wants my bum in the air.
Fear overwhelms me, I tense up, knowing full well that it's the worst reaction I can have, as my
heart starts to race a marathon. I can't help it! Drumming through my head like a cascade of icy

water is the thought he's going to arse fuck me! I'm so scared, I snap! A major limit, as well as a
long term aim, he promised to ease me into it, we agreed to take it slow. Now that promise
seems annulled. My fear makes it all worse then it really is and as he mercilessly jams the
vibrator over and over into my butt emphasising every statement he makes, I start crying.
"Yes Master" I gasp to each statement.
"Thank you Master" I sob after each thrust of pain. While my tears flow faster and my body
shakes uncontrollably. I have clearly reached my limit yet stubbornly I will not call his name, I
will not call him out to send Master away, I am not that weak and I know I deserve to be
treated like this. I am filth, I am nothing. Just a stupid whore. Just a moth who flew too high.
Just a weak girl who deserves to be dragged through jagged pits. When he stops he leans over
me and with his rasping voice says "I think you understand. I am going to leave you now". I
don't reply, I can't, I'm just crumpled, sobbing totally collapsed in on myself, will to live all gone.

He changes, my sweetheart is back.
"Hey...." he says softly, reaching for me. I flinch away; I cannot yet separate him from Master.
"Fuck what has he done to you?" He asks shocked, he ignores my weak attempts at escaping
him and tenderly pulls me close feeling me all over, stroking me, checking me. With the most
effort I have ever taken I pull myself together. Force myself to reach for him and acknowledge
that he is not Master, that it's not him who I am afraid of. He removes my blindfold, sees my
tears.
"He went too far, he is never to leave you crying!"Appalled and angry he wraps his arms around
me as I snuggle into him finally glad of his presence.
"Why didn't you call me?" His voice is full of anguish. I can't answer I can't speak, I'm
overwhelmed and grateful that after all that I have foolishly done to hurt him he is still with me
and still loves me. My punishment seems mild in comparison.

A Story

Part 1 - Mistake

Author: Wolfslut

The party started like a light fun game, I was excited. Everyone had been preparing for this dinner
for weeks, the hostess had been driving everyone crazy with orders about what to wear, when to
arrive, what to bring! Me especially, for whatever reason she doesn't trust me to dress well, look
representable or to be on time apparently (ok that one I can understand, Time and I have never had a
stable relationship)!
Master was invited too, not together with me of course, hostess doesn't know about us. It was the
evening before our anniversary, an anniversary which despite our best efforts we weren't spending
together. But he was making it as special as he could given the circumstances and I really appreciated
that, so I played along and accepted the challenge. My task was to place my thong into the washing
machine in the bathroom and he would take it out and cum on it, then I could wear it again - key: no
one should suspect. I was so nervous. So much could go wrong, the flat was small, there were tonnes of
people and some of them already suspicious of the two of us, and sperm has a strong smell, and Master
well.... is not a quiet man. My heart was in my mouth when his wife went to knock on the door of the
the bathroom when he just took much too long in there! Yup and that makes me pause too......his WIFE!
What am I doing again? How did I end up having a second anniversar y with a married man?? Have I
no morals at all? I must be some sick desperate woman, a disgrace. The type of woman the heroine
always uncovers, humilliates and destroys, the kind of character that I usually despise and want to see
pulled down, rejoicing in the heroines victory. The really sad thing is that his wife is the heroine, not
me, I'm just that slut who is stealing her husband. At this point my head screams STOP! And I do. My
little Reporter tells me that there is no point in tearing myself up about it if I'm not willing to give him
up. And I'm not. I should. But I can't and I don't want to either, he is everything, my bright star, my
soulmate, my Master. My addiction.

It's a risky game we are playing, it always has been. As my norm when we are out with our friends and
his wife....(NO, you are not going into that again! Says my strict Reporter stamping her foot!) I choose a
guy (the only guy who is single and not a collegue in this case) and flirt like crazy so wifey and collegues
notice, relax and think Awwwww she likes him! I'm ok with this, I like flirting. It's a thrill. It gives a sense
of power I don't often have and I like to push that boundary, to see how far I can go.....can I really make
a guy want me that much? A guy who knows nothing about me? I have never yet really tried that. Never
had the guts. Never had a one night stand. Still not comfortable with them.

At first it's just a glance across the room. I'm hesitant. I'm not sure how much my friend likes this guy.
But she gets steadily drunker and drunker, soon it's clear there is no chance she will try anything with
him tonight, good. So I up my act and boldly sit beside him. And in that moment Switchy fly flickers
and the parts of me that I keep blindfolded around my collegues and Master's wife - the me that exists
only for my Master, the me that would simply not be able to be here at all without tearing my heart to
morsels ,the me that digs a hole in the ground and hides on a bed of thorns each time his wife shows
up, yes me, my essence, my being - gets a sharp sting and is sedated, unconsious, safe. The only way
to survive what follows! Switchy knows from experience and has a potent sting. But what's left while I
sleep?

I wrote down the rules of the card game we are all playing (as I'm to remind people as the game goes
on) in my most messiest hand writing and this piece of paper is an important part of our flirt. We keep
passing it between us and as we do so,hands touch and arms brush. A wild thought occurs to me, I know
what this guy wants, that's obvious, he's horny and hasn't been with anyone for weeks, I want to see
how far I take this, can I make him really want me? I'm curious. As per normal, forward planning doesn't
occur to me, with hindsight, this would have been a good point to set out an aim, like a place where I
know I should stop, for example: stop when he offers to go home with you or wants your number. Also
this would have been a sensible point to message my Master with a plan, or better yet, ask for one! Or
just to clarify things. I'm either too drunk (though I don't feel drunk) or Switchy fly switched sensibility
off too, but none of that happens. Nope, I just plough on blindly, wrecklessly without an aim at all.....just
following - I'm not sure what.

Soon my foot brushes him as he sits down, and his hand brushes against my leg. And before I know it,
his hand is resting on my leg, on my hand, on my foot or when I get up he pats my arse. And what is
my hand doing? Oh, my fingers have found a place at his back where his shirt and pants meet and they
are stroking there, just a small patch, teasing. I realise eventually that it's inappropriate and it's too far
for me too, so I stop. But it's too late by then. Guy has picked up on signals and zones in. Guy takes my
phone and is saving his number and calling himself before I even realise what he is doing. Why oh why
do I keep my phone unlocked? When did I have that insane idea that it would be less suspicious if I only
locked a few of my more important apps instead of the whole phone? Fool, fool, FOOL!

Evening wears on, people grow sleepy. Master leaves with his beautiful wife. Awkward goodbyes,
always hate them, especially cheek to cheek kisses, so fake. A few of us stay. Guy makes it clear he
wants me home with him. I say no. That was never ever part of my nonexistant plan. No no no. Then he
suggests I go to the bathroom with him.....erm to do what??? This is still a 50 sqm flat still relatively full
of people, what the fuck?! Does he think no one would notice if we together vanish to the bathroom?
Puzzled I ask what he wants. He says all innocently, to kiss you perhaps. Ok I can deal with that. A kiss
I can do. But not in the bathroom. I tell him that, really you want to kiss in the bathroom? He says he
does since I don't want to go home with him. But I have to walk my friends home I promised I would. Oh
no problem, I'll walk with you. Damn. That didn't work. Ok lets get this over and done with, he can walk
me to the tram, kiss on the way and then bye bye. But what if I can't get rid of him? Sensibility kicks in
all too late and as I try to stall the leaving by getting everyone to clean up (our hostess is passed out on
the sofa) I message Master for a permit I don't want to have. I don't want to use. But it's a back up just
incase. I would much rather go against my instincts and my own wishes with his blessing then without.

With so many people the cleaning up is done much too soon and I've run out of time, we are in the lift,
we are outside on the pavement. Good bye hugs (much more friendly) and I'm fumbling with a last
message to Master.....trying to explain why I can't pick up the phone to him when there are people
around who are able to recognise his voice! Like I said, Master is not quiet, his voice would blast out of
the phone and echo around the quiet street like a gong, cannot allow that! Texting is very difficult when
Guy is trying to read over my shoulder, or block my way as I try to walk. I give up. And i give in. As soon
as the phone is in my pocket, Guy grabs me and kisses me. As I kiss him back a part of me hopes for
some fireworks, for something to happen, to prove to me that Master is not the One, that I'm not totally

fixated on him. But nope, fireworks don't happen. I'm empty, I feel nothing for Guy, I could be kissing a
piece of paper for all I care. And I'm panicking about Master's reaction, I know he's mad, sedated Mothy
is tingling in her sleep - electric currents silently going about her execution. My Reporter reasons with
me: Switch it off girl, don't think about Master now, focus on getting to the tram, you are in trouble no
matter what but worrying will not help. Act a little longer for Guy, go to the tram and go home. Switchy
obeys and turns the volume down on panic and up on teasing. And we make slow progress. I can get him
but a few paces ahead at a time before he demands and other kiss, or a hug. He keeps pulling my hands
out of my pockets and placing them on his arm or waist. I take the hint. At one point he pushes me into
a door way and I'm actually scared: I cannot back out here, I don't have enough space to manouver to
get out of his grip. Shit! Cornered I'm instantly claustrophobic. Eventually it's my voice that wins.
Apparently no, I really have a bus to catch does the trick, he sighs, steps back and I walk away from him
avoiding his eyes. Of course only till he catches up with me and stops me for a kiss again. Flirting, kissing
and teasing we finally get to the tram and gods damn it the ruddy yellow machine pulls out just as we
get there, why? Gods making things difficult for me no doubt. At the tram stop time is just too slow, I
know it's 15 minutes till the next tram at this time of night, but this feels like weeks. Every few seconds
I'm checking for the tram. Guy can see that. I try and make up for it by being flirty and teasey. Absent
mindedly I run my hands along his trouses front a few times. He likes that. He is confused though, no
surprise: one minute I say no I'm not having sex with him tonight, the next I'm touching him. I tell him,
sorry, I'm that kind of mean. Misery likes company? I'm certainly feeling miserable...He asks what do I
want? I tell him I want to get on my tram and go home. He doesn't like that answer. Keeps talking about
taxis, and then about tomorrows, and about sex tomorrow, trying to get me to agree. I don't.
Long last the tram smoothly slides in behind us and I take my leave. Not even sure what I said at leaving,
I 'm not paying attention to him anymore, I left long ago. As the tram leaves I blow him a kiss and then
take out my phone. Flight mode?!! Really?? Now??? Gods, tell my how????! Quickly I switch flight
mode off I must have switched on accidentally as I fumbled with my phone in my hurried texts, of all
the things to get me from the frying pan into the fucking volcano! Dreading what angry messages I'll find
in my 3G absence...I start dealing with the trouble I've caused. Turns out it has to wait. Master is
ignoring me. I guess I deserve no less. Heavy hearted, exhausted, I start listening to my music. Replying
to the occassional text sent by Guy and resolve to leave Mothy asleep for a little longer. Don't want to
breakdown just yet. A long walk home awaits me, the length is not shortened by Guy when he rings me.
I think the main topic of the conversation is why I think his bed just wont like me at all therefore I really
cannot jump in a taxi right now. But I'm really not sure. I'm not really listening. Home. Bed. Sleep and at
long last Switch joins Mothy in blissful oblivion.

My dreams are laced by a sad song I know well:

"....I wish it wasn't always cold
I wish I wasn't always alone
When the party is over,
How will I get home?
And all you need to know is

I'm so sorry, it's not like me
It's maturity that I'm lacking

So don't, don't let me go
Just let me know that growing up goes slow....."
(Song excerpt is from Christina Perri - Sad Song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SO4kIEIiQOg. From her
Lovestrong Album http://www.christinaperri.com/album/lovestrong/)