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Slave Leigh experiences what it’s like to have a crowded pussy at the direction of her Master.

“Find your suction toy and attach it to the closed toilet lid.”

I quickly undress as I head toward the nearest bathroom. Once there, I squat upon the cock and let it brush against my opening.filled pussy

“Yeah, that’s it.  Massage your clit with the tip of the dick.”

My breathing quickened as the dildo danced upon my fuck button.

“Master, this toy is rather long and large” I explain.

“Yes, and it is ALL going inside of you. Master wants to see you feel what it’s like to take a large cock.”

I’ll admit, I didn’t know how I was going to fit this all of it inside of me, but my sensitive clit was taking a liking to the stimulation…

To be continued…

 

Did Leigh’s crowded pussy surrender to an orgasm without permission from Master?

Slave Leigh describes how her intense training by Master during the week shaped her sexuality.

I writhed and clenched my legs together fighting the urge to play with myself. I knew my energies needed to go
mastersinto my daily and personal tasks. Instead, from dawn-to-dark, my schedule was filled with a list of tasks to accomplish to become Master’s personal fuck slave.

The naughty words scribbled upon my bare breasts and pussy tormented me into believing that perhaps they were true. However, to my surprise, as the week carried on, the words were worn as a badge of honor.

At the same time, I feared that I had become nothing more than his personal fuck plaything. A slut that craved her Master’s impure thoughts.

My nipples continually stayed erect and begged for attention frequently.  Movie clips of me fucking myself, wearing nipple rings, my shaved pussy and such were common and frequent throughout the day.

…to be continued

Will Master raise the bar and expect to expand Leigh’s sexuality by pushing her further out of her comfort zone?

Slave Leigh shares her insight on her whore training by Master.breast bondage

Last night Master’s filthy mind was prepared with an over-sized agenda of what our training would entail.  His expectations were firmly stated, and I was recruited to serve his needs.

The grand finale being that my pussy would receive a repeated pounding that it so desperately craved.

Tell Master who owns those tits…”

Visions of my bondaged breasts from earlier in the day drifted in my thoughts.

“You like how Master had you out in public with your nipples rubbing against your shirt today…didn’t you?”

…to be continued

 

 

Were Master’s filthy ways building Leigh to become his insatiable cum fuck whore?

Slave Leigh is quickly reminded of her place with Master’s nipple torture assignment.nipple torture

Master called upon me to locate my silver nipple rings.  I was instructed to wear them all day at work. Attaching them to my tender nipples was torturous.   Therefore, I was greatly concerned about following his orders.

“I breathed through the wicked waves they sent throughout.”

“Master, I have never worn them that long before.  I do not know if I can keep them on for that length of time.”

“Well, I guess you will find out what it’s like to wear them that long” he replied sternly without hesitation.

It was clear he was expecting nothing less than obedience.

“Since you are concerned, keep them on for one hour and then off for the next hour.  Repeat this pattern.”

Consequently, I gathered that was about the worst idea since reattachment would start the ache all over again.

I extended my soft pink nipple between the thumb and forefinger….

…to be continued

Will Leigh remember her place as a slave once the rings are removed?  How long will the sensations reside in her body after the nipple torture has ended?

 

 

 

Slave Leigh shares how Master marks his territory with cum.

Master wiped his slippery pre-cum onto my small pink lips with his fingertips.  His round pattern and his blue eyes watched my reaction intently as he did so. cum 2

“Sensational…” he remarked as he finished.  I must admit, I’ve never had this done before and it was quite a surprise, yet it also was a turn on.

You like having my cum in your mouth…don’t you?”

After that, he drew me in for a deep kiss, while holding my chin.  The kiss pushed the cum all over my tongue and the flavor was uniquely Master’s.  I felt my rock hard nipples brushing against my t-shirt

“You like having my cum in your mouth, don’t you kitten?”  I nodded my head in approval.

He continued to milk his cock and then swipe the precum off of the tip of his dick several times and repeated his little game of covering my lips…

 

to be continued

 

Will Master like that Leigh beat him to the taste or will she endure discipline for her swift choice to taste her cum first?

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Leigh describes how Master pushes her to see things his way with regards to nipple piercing.

One of Master’s ways to mold me into his toy was to start a discussion about piercing my gigantic nipples. He expressed his desire to watch nipple ringsmy painted fingernails play with the silver rings attached to my teats.

He thought it would be “hot” to see me do so.

I fought him on this matter without much avail. He broke me down with several punishments and some extensive training on what it means to fully serve a Master. When I finally surrendered and agreed to see stuff his way, he surprisingly agreed to meet me in the middle.

A set of silver manual nipple rings was purchased. The round half inch circle had a narrow opening with two miniature balls on each side of the tips of the ring. These devilish contraptions held my nipple in an erect manner while applying enough pressure to make my pussy dripping wet and to feel the obedience to the liking of Master.

Often I was instructed to wear them under my work shirt and feel the stimulation and special torture they provided.  Unknown to me, they increased the feeling of being “owned”.  In fact, the second they were removed, the feelings of being connected to him slowly faded.

I was given the task of photographing them on myself and …

…to be continued

Can Leigh continue to keep Master satisfied with her faux nipple rings or will he encourage her to take the next step towards the real thing?

 

Read about Leigh’s first time Master by Sydney R. Saige.

Leigh learns an important lesson about her pussy from her dominant Master’s perceptive ways.

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‘Master will never know if I skip a day here or there without shaving my pussy’ I thought to myself as I hurried along in the shower this week.  Especially, since Master was not keeping track of this aspect of my appearance this week.

It wasn’t a ploy to deceive a dominant such as him, but, a few hairs could wait was my thought.  I’ll admit, being fully shaven was one of our “rules” to assure that nothing was hidden from Master’s view.

On Friday evening,  I parked myself in front of the laptop and decided to surf youtube.

 The warm water and sharp razor strangely aroused me in anticipation of what was to come.

Almost instantly Master the barrister appeared, “Where have you been?” he asked.

“It’s been real busy and I was half expecting to hear from you Master” I waited in anticipation of his words to decipher his mood.

He dismissed my remark and responded with, “How is your nipple training going?  I want your nipples lactating.  Do you understand?”

“Ummm…sort of…” I replied.

“Sort of?” he replied sounding annoyed.

“There were a few days that I did not train my nipples Master.” His cold silence was of concern.

Finally, he spoke, “What about your pussy? Is it clean shaven for me?”

“I was planning on doing it later today,” I said attempting to disguise the fear in my voice.

“Now!” said Master, indicating that he wanted my pussy bare immediately.

“Right now? At this exact moment?” I inquired surprised.

“Yes, you will take a picture before you shave and send that to me now. I will be right here waiting.  Next, gather your supplies and shave your pussy smooth.”

I  hustled to gather items needed to shave. With my phone tucked between my ear and shoulder, I provided a narrative to Master as I went about completing the training….

to be continued

 

Can Leigh stay off of Master’s radar for her missing assignments or will he intuitively know when she has not done what she was supposed to do?  

 

Leigh is ordered to lengthen her nipples for Master as a part of her training.

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Master explained to me that he loved my nipples, but he wanted to see how loyal I could be to his desires.  He set me on a schedule to extend the length of my nipples.  There was a specific routine and I was to be ready each day at the same time. With the camera positioned on my bosom, he would guide me through the tit manipulations. Each session lasted 30 minutes and yielded powerful erotic shockwaves later that day.

I became curious and motivated when I saw that my nipples increased in size to the size of pencil erasers.

I was to have an exclusive nipple training shirt that I was to wear each time.  Something that allowed for quick release of each breast during the training.  I chose a grey V-neck stretchy t-shirt and was able to place my breasts just over the top of the V.

“Take the very tips of your nipples between your thumb and forefinger and gently stretch them out…now stretch them up…hold them there…pinch them…tug on them….that’s it…twist them…grip them firmly kitten…now let your nipples slip out of the grip of your fingers…they will bounce when they drop from your fingertips.”

I’ll admit, the training wasn’t erotic for me, but Master was very picky about me not keeping up with the schedule.  He made it very clear that this was a priority and said that if I did not do it that I would be punished.

It was a great challenge to make the time for the nipple training and I almost faced a punishment of ginger root for arriving a half an hour late.  I was having lunch with a friend and I lost track of time.  Master didn’t want any of my excuses and in the end, he worked my nipples well that afternoon.  He almost pushed me past my limits of what my nipples could endure.  That night I woke up from a deep sleep and wanted to actually play with my nipples.  I pondered on if it was worth the punishment to do so, since I was not to touch myself without his permission.

I became curious and motivated when I saw that my nipples increased in size to the size of pencil erasers.  I found myself looking at myself in the mirror and feeling good about what I had accomplished.  My nipples were even bent inside my bra and Master had me photograph my nipples frequently.

On the 24th day, his words threw me into a tailspin, “soon you will lactate.”

I was troubled by his remark.

“Would you like to lactate for Master?” My head was spinning and I was very upset with him for not telling me this in the beginning.  “Would you?  That is a question Leigh.”

“I don’t know” I said.

“I don’t know is not an acceptable answer.  It’s Yes Master or No Master.  Which one is it?”…

…to be continued

Can Leigh continue to please her Master’s every need without resenting him?  Will she warm up to the idea that her nipples are growing and her breasts are lactating?

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Leigh shares about her clothespin punishment for when she does not follow the established rules.

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I was lying in bed with four clothes pins attached to my labia breathing through the sharp sensations of my discipline.  My breathing was shallow. The clothes pins bit into my flesh and I absolutely hated when Master restrained me in this way.  I also sensed that he disliked administering my punishments, but he did so any how.  I begged him to please be done with this horrible ordeal without any luck.

“The squeeze of the clothespins on my labia still stinging in rhythm with my nipples, tore me down to a place of submission.

I was in pain.  Not the kind of torment where I need a band-aid and some time to let things heal, but rather, the kind of discomfort that put my body on high alert for incoming  arousal.

I knew I had done wrong by not returning phone calls to Master, but I also felt angry with him for not giving me the attention I needed over the past couple of days.  This ordeal made me dislike him.

“May I please remove the clips from my pussy lips Master… please?” I asked politely.

“No” he responded promptly.  The grip of the clips on my drenched pussy lips intensified…

…to be continued

 

Can Leigh stay out of trouble with her new Master or will her rebellion surface?