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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?

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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 describes how Master decides to share her with another Master.

My senses were restricted with a soft black blindfold and scratchy twine around my wrists and ankles as Master prepared to share me.  I wiggled my body around to make myself comfortable on the bed.  With mychocolate shared slave legs spread wide open, smooth pussy exposed,  I felt vulnerable.

I waited for Master to coat my nipples and pussy in creamy peanut butter and drippy sweet smelling chocolate.  That was his plan.

“Tell me who is the slut?”

“That would be me Master” I said, unsure that I liked his choice of words.

“That’s right kittten.”

It was a dizzying and a strange dark existence as the blindfold created a surge of fear for the unknown. I wondered what sort of Master he enlisted to accomplish this task.

nipple pic ooooI heard his footsteps coming near the bed. He placed an unexpected warm chocolate kiss on my lips and dragged his finger over my erect wet clit and massaged the creamy stuff around in circles….

…to be continued

Can Leigh go through with this task without finding a way out?  Who is this man that Master is sharing Leigh with?

Slave Leigh is summoned to fuck herself with a hefty cucumber despite her resistance.

Little did I know that my joke about the splendid size of a cucumber to my friend would result in a mind blowing fuck session. cucumberIndeed, that is exactly what happened at the direction of Master.

Straight from the chilly refrigerator, I feared it was obnoxiously brisk. Instead the firm, rounded end, soothed my steaming hot clit and massaged it into a preorgasmic frenzy.

“Who owns that pussy Kitten?…tell Master….he wants to know.”

“Master owns this pussy” I replied,  shivering with thrill as the cucumber danced upon my bulging  fuck button.  Its warty surface rubbing against my pussy sent waves of delight.

“That’s right.  Now fuck yourself” he ordered….

to be continued

 

Will Leigh use the cucumber that gave a good fuck in her salad later that afternoon or will she discard it after training?

 

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This past Friday night, Master and I not only met up for Italian food, but for a bit of unknown bdsm cock and pussy play.

Each day this romantic coupleweek, including today, I was instructed to insert a small vibrator in the small opening just above my clit. There was no result or activity and I tired of this game, but inserted it anyhow to display trust.

However, things were about to change. After we were seated, I saw that Master wore a special ring on his masculine finger. As I soon discovered, it was not an ordinary ring. The silver band and black stone controlled the miniature vibrator nestled inside my warm wetness. One touch of the black stone and it was as if he flicked my ignition switch. In between his sips of scotch he gave me a look that explained exactly how much he loves his control. The game began with turning the vibrator repeatedly on and then off again. I’ll admit, I was amused and surprised at this adventure.

“Feel how hard you make me.

His dimples curved mischievously as he smiled. “Your cheeks are red” he exclaimed as he turned on the toy…

…to be continued

Will Master take their play to a public level? Can Leigh get away with bdsm cock and pussy play with her Master at the restaurant?

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Leigh shares about her most recent encounter with Master.

Master had me on my back with my ankles tied, legs in the air, and pussy at his mouth. His tongue began to lavish me in a wicked sort of way. I felt fcking behindhis hot breath and slippery tongue begin to lap and suck my swollen bud. There was no denying it, it was only a matter of time and I was going to explode. With each sound I made, he entered a new level of arousal and ground his hips into the bed with force. I felt myself cumming. I gushed my pussy juices out and I screamed his name. He had me in a python grip with his arms around my thighs. He sucked leaving not a drop to spare…

to be continued

Does Leigh have the courage to tell her BDSM Master exactly what her pussy wants and needs?

 

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Leigh finds herself thrust into a BDSM training session immediately after work without warning.

orgasming womanLately, Master has a thing for fucking my pussy until I beg for not another thrust.

I had just walked in the door and took a sip of my Starbucks.  I had planned on chilling to a new season of a television show.

Instead Master the dictatorial phoned me.  His orders snuffed out my plans swiftly.  Much like a bobcat capturing an unsuspecting rabbit.

“Remove your clothes” he instructed.

There was no questioning his rules.  Within moments, my plaid skirt was dropped around my ankles and bare breasts ready to be used for Master’s wishes.  I guessed that he wanted me to pound my gushy fresh shaven pussy.  I really wanted to watch my show instead.  “Right now Master?  Perhaps in an hour?” I suggested.

“Massage your clit with the tip of the dildo”  he growled ignoring my suggestion.  His brash words had me squirming in the unknown.

“Spread your legs…nice and wide.  Yes, just like that.”

“Yes Master.”  I struggled to insert more than just the giant head inside of my pink stretchy pussy lips.

“Deeper” he insisted, as the firm cock crowded my cherry.  My cunt was clenched tightly around his dick.

“Show Master who the fuck whore pussy slave is.  Show me how you like to fuck.”  His husky voice and choice of words had me slipping in subspace.

Suddenly, I found my snatch splashing drippy cum in a full all out hose action.  My sheets were severely soaked.

Lastly, I was sprawled out on the bed and didn’t quite didn’t understand what my body just did.  I found myself  in awe of how skilled Master is at bringing about arousal.

Will Master give Leigh’s pussy a break from the hard BDSM training sessions or will he continue to train her to endure a good hard fuck frequently?

 

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Submissive Leigh is warmed by the Thanksgiving holiday and decides to write her Master an affectionate note to celebrate the 28th day of November.

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Dear Master,

First, I wanted to wish you an absolute terrific holiday. Secondly, I have detailed out 28 reasons why I am thankful that you are my Master.

1. Waking up in an aroused stupor while anticipated the flavor of your cum.  Knowing that every time my mouth were full, you would surely say, “swallow.” 

2. You think I’m pretty even when I am not at my best.

3. The thought of pleasuring your balls and ass to your satisfaction.

4. My rock hard nipples upon hearing your voice.

5. Knowing that if you wanted to fuck my ass Master…that I would not have a choice in the matter.

6. The way you affectionately call me “kitten.”bad cock whore

7. The suspense of having my ass smacked by your strong hand.

8. The unpredictable nature of your orders.

9. For pushing me past my limits and safely returning me….

…to be continued

Will Master appreciate Leigh’s letter of thanks and treat her to multiple orgasms or will her efforts go left without notice.

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Leigh is ordered to masturbate at work by her controlling dominant Master.

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It was late at night and I ended up staying at the office to meet an urgent deadline, forgetting about my dominant Master’s needs. There were several other staffers finishing up their projects as they walked about the office to the coffee machine. I was interrupted by Master’s phone call.  He inquired about me taking a break from my project to serve him.  

…tell Master who the cum slut whore is?

I resisted politely and eventually not long after that, I was opening the heavy door to the dark conference room just down the hallway from my desk.  The large window at the far end of the room faced the dimly lit parking lot.  I kept the lights turned off to ensure that no one would notice me using the room.

“Pull down your pants” said Master as the clunky door closed itself behind me.  I gasped in pure shock over his request.  I wanted to question his judgement, but instead I obeyed as I pressed my back against the door.  With pants dropped around my ankles, I slid down the surface area of the door and sat down with my legs spread apart.  The cool air amplified the growing wetness between my legs.

“Play with your nipple” he instructed.  My fingers searched and immediately found my erect nipple.  There seemed to be a strong love affair going on between Master’s voice and my throbbing nipples.  The sensation of my touch ignited my desire to experience more pleasure and frolic.

“Now, slowly rub your clit…real light” said Master’s gruff voice…

…to be continued

Can Leigh contain herself enough to not alert other staff members of her about to be exploding orgasm?  

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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?