Whore.

“I think I wanna put out an ad for you to service some cock on the way home from your appointment.”

This is how I began my day, with wet panties from a lot of orgasms this morning, and a whole lot of anticipation.

My mind whirled in a thousand different directions. Was I ready to do something sexual with someone other than Z? Would I worry too much about His reactions to enjoy myself?

We negotiated the terms again. You see, this isn’t the first time we’ve discussed something like this. But we fine tuned our limits and expectations, and agreed that I could decide at any time not to do it if there was no vibe or if I felt uncomfortable.

The ad told of a traveling tall bbw looking to give head on her way home. The ad was flagged over and over and over, and I really didn’t think it was going to happen today. (Was that relief, or disappointment?)

I’m in the room waiting for my post op appointment, and I get a text from Z that the ad finally went live. I didn’t have time to dwell on this until after the appointment.

“Your ad is popular, slut.”

I had already been wet… and now? Pffft. My leggings were damp from my panties being soaked. (See, we tease each other a lot. And now that we found that work around, we tease more than ever.)

He sends me several dick pics and over the next half hour, He chooses one, and sends me necessary info. I nibble at my sushi lunch because the last thing I want is to throw up on this guy if he fucks my face enough. (Spoiler: happened anyway and he handled it like a champ!)

Finally, it’s time. I’m on my way. Z and I talked again, and I made my way to this guy I was about to meet for a blowjob. Now, this isn’t my first rodeo. It was for Z in His position, but that’s a post for Him to write.

Without incident, I got to his house. We exchanged greetings. The first thing that blew me away was that he immediately asked about any limits he needed to know about. (In my time on Craigslist, I know that is a rare thing).

So pleasantries aside, I dropped to my knees. He took out his dick and I set out to destroy the makeup I just applied. Oh, and enjoy a big, beautiful, black cock.

Some of you may know this, but before Z, I hadn’t been with a man for over 5 years. And the only cock I’ve had in the past year, was Z. I was timid at first, but quickly fell into my place at this guy’s feet, sucking, stroking, and face fucking myself on his dick.

He tasted good. He smelled good. He felt good in my mouth. He was also gentle at first, and slowly amped up his intensity. He told me to get on the bed, and I didn’t hesitate to get up and hang my head over the edge.

Yeahhhh, I’m a presumptuous little slut. Whatcha gonna do?

I was sweaty, had drool in my hair, running makeup, and when he shot his load in my mouth, I felt like a porn star. I was Z’s little whore.

It. Was. Fucking. Awesome.

The best part, y’all? The lust in Z’s eyes when He walked into our bedroom and looked at me. He crawled into the bed and kissed the hell out of me. Both of us breathless, He told me I was a filthy whore with a face that smelled like cock. He dropped His shorts, and I went to work on my second cock of the day like a good little whore.

a glimpse of energy transference

I was sitting on the floor at his feet with my eyes closed. He was using our leather slapper on my face.

Smack.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Smack, smack.

“Thank you, Sir,” softer this time.

Each hit landed with purpose, some harder than before. And every subsequent “Thank you, Sir” became more breathless. I felt tension in my body, spooling up to orgasm potential. I felt the sting of each slap and the corresponding surge of tingles in my clit.

I also could not. stop. smiling.

The scene wasn’t a heavy one, per se. But it wasn’t very light either. I was in subspace, but the energy I felt was almost giddy. It didn’t exactly match to my own feelings.

I was euphoric, but now I was euphoric and giggling, which usually means a very Sadistic turn of events. Desperate to see where things were heading, I opened my eyes to look at Him.

He was trying, and failing, to conceal a smile as He continued slapping my face. They came a bit harder, with more sting, but the giggles still persisted.

“Why are you smiling?!” I asked incredulously.

Then I burst into fits of giggles again.

As an empath, I have days when I loathe feeling other people’s energy and emotions. The general public can be very negative. But moments like these, when we’re so in tune with each other, that I feel His excitement and barely contained primal energy, make it a worth while trait to have.

《《Cross posted to Fetlife 》》

It started out with a kiss…

He held her throat as He kissed her. Not really kissing even, He was blatantly making out with her face. He controlled everything. He held her lips between His teeth and His hand was wrapped around her throat. She sank into His grip, unable to maintain the strength needed to remain upright.

“Whose filthy little whore are you?” He relaxed His grip on her throat only enough for her to speak.

She gasped in a breath, her voice coming out in a whisper. “I’m Your filthy little whore.”

“Yes, you are.” He said, a smile in His voice.

She jerked her head to look down. His cock was the longest and hardest she’d ever seen it. She licked her lips.

“You wanna suck it before you go to sleep? Yes, you do,” He crooned.

She nodded sleepily, eyes heavy but hot with desire, and moved to take Him in her mouth.

He held her head up by her throat and looked into her eyes. Then He spit on her face and growled, “You filthy little whore.”

He didn’t wait before pushing her head down to His cock. She opened her mouth and moaned at the taste of Him on her tongue. But the rest of her mouth was dry and she couldn’t make enough spit. Desperate, she shoved herself down on His cock.

“Yes,” He hissed, “That’s a good girl.”

He held still, allowing His cock to fill her mouth and throat. She finally gagged. She lifted her head and spit on His cock. She felt His surprise and His arousal intensify.

“Yes,” He groaned. He tightened His fist in her hair, and used her face to jack His cock. She relaxed her neck and allowed Him to control the speed and depth. Seconds passed by as she fully surrendered to Him, while simultaneously feeling the most powerful energy she’d ever experienced.

He moved her head faster, and as she tightened her lips around His cock, she felt the first pulses of His orgasm. She mewled her appreciation as He released her hair and relaxed His body, sinking back into the chair.

“Holy fuck,” He finally said, panting still. “I haven’t cum that fast from jacking myself off. That was the hottest, sexiest, nastiest blow job I’ve ever had.”

She couldn’t stop smiling. What greater compliment could a filthy little whore ask for?

Sub Drop # 3

On this edition of The Sub Drop… If you play publicly, be aware that something you do in your own bedroom may feel different in front of other people.

Last night we attended a new munch & play party. There were a couple familiar faces, which was nice, and we met a lot of new people too. And while a bunch of us were sitting in room chatting about face slapping, Sir reaches over and casually slaps my cheek 3 or 4 times to punctuate a statement.

My body did what it always does, stiffens and then relaxes. But my mind sort of short circuited.

He slapped me in front of other people for the first time. Casually. As though He does it all the time. I mean He does, but never in front of anyone.

Now you all know I’m an exhibitionist. But to me, a face slap is just… woah.

And to be honest, since I don’t have many local friends or acquaintances who are masochists, to not feel out of place with my kinks is still a new sensation.

But in that moment? Part of me was horrified that others could clearly see that objectification turned me on and another part was worried about making people uncomfortable. (Chronic people pleaser, I’m in recovery.)

Then, at the end of those 5 seconds (seriously, how complex is the human mind to run through all that in 5 seconds?), I gave in to the weight of the collar around my neck and trusted Him. I let myself bliss out in the feel of His slaps. In front of half a dozen people.

I regret nothing.

Sub Drop #2

No matter how excellent your communication skills are, sometimes you have miscommunications. And sometimes mistakes happen. One thing that is paramount to me as a submissive and as a bottom, is remembering that the Top/D-type is human.

Here’s an example…

Me: please, Sir, may I cum?!

Him: yes

Me:*super long orgasm*

Me: thank you, Sir

*slap*

Him: I think you forgot a thank you in there.

Me: no, Sir. One long orgasm.

Him: oh baby! I’m sorry.

*pause*slap*

Him: just cuz you like it.

Me: *cums again*

So He slapped me for something I didn’t do. And He immediately apologized. But in that *pause* we shared a moment. We had a whole conversation without words.

It was okay. I knew it was an honest mistake. They happen! They happen even with the best communication and the best connections. Z and I read each other extremely well. 98% of the time.

We live this 24/7. So mistakes/miscommunications happen. But we deal with them immediately and keep on fucking. Literally.

Keep an open mind. Remember you and your partner make mistakes sometimes and this lifestyle is never without risk.

SubDrop #1

I confessed a fantasy to Z last night via text. It went something like this…

me: Daddy… I must confess the idea of you peeing on me… keeps popping into my mind… and I feel like such a dirty whore for it…

Z: It’s very degrading, but you *are* Daddy’s filthy little whore

me: *drooling emoji*

Z: Yeah.. that’s my dirty little girl

Now, I have never been a fan of the “golden shower”. But I did a lot of reflection before we did our contract. I couldn’t come up with any other reason that I didn’t like it, besides “ick”. So I marked it as a soft limit.

A few weeks ago, He threatened me with it while verbally degrading me. I was so turned on it and caught me by surprise. So I started thinking, if I can shower after… maybe.

The point of sharing this inner monologue with you is to remind you that you can always re-evaluate your limits. And don’t be shy about sharing it with your partner.

I cannot emphasize enough the importance of communication and a willingness to listen. Don’t be judgmental when listening to your partner’s thoughts either. Always keep an open mind and remember negotiations go both ways.

So Z and I will hopefully talk more about it this weekend. What limits have you reconsidered?

Silence in Servitude

Master and I have a unique dynamic. We’ve done our negotiations. (yes, we actually sat and shared lists!) We have a contract book listing soft and hard limits, but very few protocols even though we live this 24/7 and live together.

We have routines & rituals (my duties of making coffee/lunch, setting out His clothes, washing His back every shower, just to name a few) but the one thing we’ve always said was that we will do and appreciate these things as if it were the first time, and be present. And we both do a pretty good job of this. It helps keep us connected when life is throwing lemons or whatever.

Well, life is throwing all sorts of citrus. And I had a terrible day. I cried to Him. He held me and whispered in my ear.

“Shhhh, baby. I know just what to do. I’m going to have you serve me, high protocol. You won’t be able to think about anything else.”

A few months ago, I would have panicked because I don’t know all high protocol things. Not this time. I relaxed into Him, trusting Him to teach and guide me.

When the time came, I knelt in the only pose I know. He entered the room, and I heard Him smile.

“Good girl.”

He sat in His chair directly in front of me. He took off my day collar, and whispered, “go put this on your nightstand.”

When I returned to my pose, He put my slave collar and cuffs on me. I closed my eyes and internally recited my mantra. I am His. I am worthy. When finished, I rose to kiss Him. He held me and caressed me. I felt whole and utterly adored and loved.

I knelt again as He began speaking. He praised me and outlined His expectations of me. I wasn’t nervous, as I expected to be. Instead I was calm and focused.

“You will keep your eyes lowered, and your head beneath mine at all times. You will not speak unless spoken to, but you will respond to every command given to you. You will never turn your back to me; you will back out of the room or away from me with your head bowed. You will present anything to me on your knees, head bowed, object higher than your head. You will resume kneeling once your task is completed.”

I listened intently, noting everything He asked. Then He gave me a task. Pour Him a drink. The decanter is positioned in an area where I would have to be cautious of my head height compared to His sitting down & take care to not turn my back. But it was wonderful.

I focused entirely on my position in relation to Him and what I was doing for Him. I crawled back to Him, offering the glass on my open palms. He lifted my hands a little higher before lifting the glass. I didn’t move.

This earned me a “good girl” and I was beaming inside. He placed the glass back on my hands. I waited. He took the glass again and I returned to my pose.

I have no idea how long He let me kneel, but it was one of the most peaceful moments of my life. The only thoughts I had were of my discomfort, quickly squashed by my desire to please Him.

As usual, He knows when my body is beginning to struggle. “On all fours, in front of me. I need a foot stool.”

I was absolutely elated. First because my back and knees wanted a break, but because this is something I’ve asked for. And it was every bit as decadent as I imagined it would be. Again my only focus was Him, and maintaining my position.

It grew difficult after a while. I know this had been meant to tax me physically but in a different way than our usual play. Successful, I remember thinking.

After He lifted His feet, He helped me up. At this point I was physically tired and my brain so quiet it felt like someone pressed a mute button. As we snuggled close, vaping and sharing our thoughts on the scene, I felt infinitely calmer but so connected to Him.

We’ve determined that while it is taxing for both of us, we will definitely be revisiting high protocol.