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30 Days of Kink – Day 29 – That’s Mistress to you.

3 Sep

Day 29: Do you have a BDSM title (e.g. mistress, master, slut, pig, whore, princess, goddess, ma’am, sir)?  What is your opinion of the use of titles in general?

I’ve never had a title that’s stuck. Master calls me his Slut, which I love, especially when it evolves into ‘Dirty lil Slut’.

I love the use of titles. It creates a hierarchy; a pecking order. Be able to call Master ‘Master, send a shiver through me every time I use it. Especially in general conversation because I know it presses his buttons & being able to call him Master, reminds me that he is in charge of my actions & he makes my choices.

On the flip side, when I’m with a submissive I like to be called Mistress. I guess it’s a way of asserting control. Reminding the sub who is in charge & who they are serving, but this side of me comes out very rarely… I’m a submissive at heart!

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Naughty girls don’t get good things…

2 Aug

So my day seemed to getting worse by the minute… but that was soon to be turned around. Usually I’d drive to Mr. H’s, he worked hard & it was only fair that I be good to him and let him sleep afterwards. So, when my car broke down I was distraught. I’d planned to fuck him nearly a week ago & the day I get to see him… this happens… Typical!

Mr H was in a good mood, thankfully & told me a needed a good fucking. He turned up late. I’m sure he did this on purpose; He knew how much I wanted him. I got in the car as he smirked and quickly sped off down my quiet, somber road. I glanced at him, as we sat in silence; passing sleepy houses, and cruising deserted roads.

He pulled into a well-lit car park, the other side of town; Parked up and pushed his seat back. “Come here”, he said. I shook my head. I love being defiant. It makes me feel like a naughty little girl, except being told off is not such a punishment!
I pushed my seat back and glanced at him again, demurely, inviting him to take me. I didn’t need to say anything, before I knew it he had closed the gap between our seats his lips pressed to mine, his fingers traced the edge of my jeans. “Take them off”, he growled. His muscles pressed my slender frame. I could feel his body heaving against mine. I obeyed. I slipped my had between us, ‘accidently’ stroking his hard cock though his joggers, on the way to my button. He groaned. I love hearing him groan; The little noises that escape his facade. I released the button of my jeans and wriggled them down just enough for him to see my panties. A black mesh thong with ribbon laced up the front. “Take them off”, he repeating. Slightly more forceful than the last time. I took them off beneath him & then he lost all patience.

He lowered the back of the seat, grabbed my hips and forced me further up the chair, before burring his head between my legs. He was incredible. His tongue relentlessly lapped against my clit, sending waves though my body. Nobody had ever made me orgasm like this. Another wave crashed over me. Utter bliss. My legs began to shake, my back arched & before I could hold it off any longer, I came.

He wiped his on my legs & for some reason I found that incredibly sexy. He bought his face to mine, tangled his fingers into me hair and kissed me. He liked me to taste myself & I must admit, I probably enjoyed it just as much as he did. My tongue circled his as I ran my hands down his back pushing his joggers down below his hips. He was still so hard and I wanted him. I desperately wanted him. I took his cock in-hand and guided it towards me. I couldn’t wait any longer; I wanted him inside me.

I rubbed the head of his cock up and down my wet lips; Feeling him against my clit. Then I grabbed his gorgeous ass and pulled him inside me. He let out another moan, a rumble of pleasure as he thrust into me. He felt so good. The weight of his body on mine, his breath on my cheek & his fingertips sinking into my back as he fucked me, my legs wrapped tightly round him. It took minutes before I could feel my pussy pulsating around his length. I felt him begin to throb inside me. I nuzzled into his neck biting his collar bone to stop me from screaming out as I came. Seconds later I felt him explode inside me, filling my up with his come. A mini orgasm rippled though me once more, at the feeling of him coming inside me.

I guess it’s not true that naughty girls don’t get good things.

Confession #2

2 Aug

I love to be called a ‘slut’. Most girls find it derogatory, but for some reason, this never fails to get me wet.