the following was written by my lovely V…

“Good morning, bitch.”

I hear the door to my closet opening. Huddled on the floor, I have to take your word for it that it’s morning since the blindfold blocks out the light. I force back a whimper as I feel your soft fingers unlock the restraints on my wrists and ankles. All night long I heard him fucking you; heard you narrate every move that he made (“shove that cock up my ass, baby! Fuck me like a little bitch”) and every response he gave you (“sick little whore…i will fucking choke the life out of you”). I heard it all; every creak, every moan, rustle of the bed sheets. My cock jerked and begged for relief. After he came deep in your ass you sucked him hard again and begged him to fuck you harder this time. I’m not even sure if he knew I was three feet away, chained with a ball gag.

“I got nicely fucked last night,” you chirp, “how about you?” I shake my head stupidly. “No,” you laugh, “how could you?! Poor little slut.” Your hands clench around my balls squeezing hard. I hear the deep purr of satisfaction as I flinch. “Good, baby,” you whisper, “fucking hurt for me. Now it’s your turn.” You pull me to my feet and lean me against the wall. “Grab your balls, slut. Show me that you’ll hurt for me.”

My fingers tremble as I take my balls in my hand. I tried to fake it once, but you knew and soon the toe of your shoe slammed into them, sending me to the ground screaming. I know what you want. It’s always a fine line between manageable pain and searing pain. I start to squeeze and hear you sit murmuring softly to yourself. Fuck. The first bolt shoots through them. My mouth begins to twist, my head falling forward. “Harder, bitch. Make yourself cry for me.” I squeeze harder still, a small cry catches in my throat. I can hear a faint, watery, thwapping sound – your fingers must be deep in your cunt, finger fucking yourself as I punish my balls for you. “More, baby..g-gimme…m-moooore.” My fingers clamp down harder and my muffled cry coincides with your own harsh, breathy bark – “G-g-goddammmmmmn.” I hear you rise. “That’s good, baby. You made me cum nice.” Your voice gets closer. The tears leak from my eyes and my chest heaves. Your finger pushes through my lips. The taste of your cunt floods my mouth.

“Such a good slut,” you purr, fucking my mouth, “you haven’t disappointed me yet, baby. You’ve been such a pleasing little whore, I think I’ll take you to breakfast. But we should get you ready first.”

You take my arm and walk me until I feel your bed at my knees. “Lean forward,” you tell me, “ass in the air. And don’t move.” Your footsteps fade slightly. I hear a drawer open. Rumaging. Another one. A closet. You come back, drop things on the bed and return to whatever you’re doing.

“First,” you say, walking back, ” we have to prepare you.” Your fingers part my ass and I jerk slightly as cool lube hits my asshole. You pick something up and I shudder with the very good idea of what it is. Seconds later, the head of a thick dildo works into my ass. The ball gag muffles my scream. “Oh, please,” you say flatly, “you practically beg me to fuck you up the ass.” The dildo is thicker and longer than I’ve had. I try to relax my asshole as you jam it in, not paying attention to me. It pushes deep and deep. My eyes roll back in my head. How long is this? Finally, stuffed full, I feel the base between the cheeks of my ass. “Fuck baby, we need to do do some work on that,” you puff.

I feel your hip brush against mine as you grab something else of the bed. You bend down and slip something soft over one foot and then the other and pull it up my legs. As it reaches the bottom of my balls, I realize it’s a g-string. One of yours. “Stand up, slut,” you tell me. You help me up. My half-hard cock lies horizontal to the floor. “You fucking whore,” you half-grin, half snarl. “You’re unbelievable. We’ll just have to tuck this away.” You grab my cock and pull it downwards while pulling up the g-string, trapping it close to my ass.

You rummage on the bed and kneel down again, putting my feet into something new. It feels like vinyl…like vinyl…underwear. And yet, there’s weight in front. Working efficiently, giggling as you go, you pull something over my head. Cunt. It feels like a dress. And as you let it fall down over me, I feel the hem snag on the source of the weight. You laugh outright. I begin to shake. You can’t be fucking serious. You free the hem and turn me towards you.

“Perfect,” you exclaim, trying not to giggle. “Wanna see?”

You lead me forward a few steps and remove the blindfold. When my eyes adjust, I see myself in a Laura Ashely dress…with dildo pushing the fabric out.

“Well,” you smirk standing naked beside me, “I don’t know about you, but I’m starved. Lemme just get dressed and we’ll go”

E was on the phone with C. it seems to be an almost nightly ritual as they are collaborating on an intense project. i do not mind as i go about my business in silence. i was laying in the tub on my stomach with my head on the edge, thinking. i watched him walk by the open bathroom out the corner of my lazy eye. he had stopped to walk in, sat on the edge of the tub, grabbed the soap and started to soap my exposed, wet flesh.

his hands glided as i could hear him talking but i wasn’t paying attention. i was more focused on his hand traveling the curve of my back, over my ass, in between my cheeks and downward. my ass moved upward to allow him more access to my cunt. my eyes closed to feel the sensation as his fingers aimlessly traveled the crevices of my ass and cunt. he did stop for a few seconds on my throbbing clit. i gasped slightly at the sensation. he was still entrenched in his conversation. he swept the water upward washing away the soap. i settled back in my watery bed as he got up to pace around the dark house with the phone attached to his ear.

the towel wrapped around me i headed for the bed with the mail. i laid on my stomach as i opened and reviewed the junk and the bills. the towel was slowly unwrapping from me as i laid there. E’s voice would echo through the house as the only noise in the late of the night. his voice would near as he would come in to grab a pinch or handful of my ass. he took a couple of swipes at my ass as he continued to talk. i watched him peering over my mail as he opened my underwear drawer, pulled out a g-string and laid it by my arm on the bed. he walked out of the room and i got up to put on the g-string and settled back on to the bed.

as i laid there it was not long before E’s voice came back to the bedroom. he grabbed more ass and took another swipe. he paced back out of the room and then i heard the slight noise of latex being fitted on his hand. i put the mail aside and put my head on my pillow as he forced my legs apart and shoved in three fingers. i gasped into the pillow as my cunt clenched around his fingers so tightly. now, i could hear it all as he worked his fingers in and out of me. i gripped the pillow as i could hear C’s faint voice talking and then E responding without skipping a word or saying “uh”. i was so impressed with how his voice did not change a pitch as he roughly molested my cunt. i felt myself coming around his invasive fingers and i felt this pain of him forcing his way into my tightness. i only clenched tighter around him to feel that pain.

my breath was heavy in the pillow as i tried to silence the moans that were escaping from my mouth. i moaned into the pillow as E found my g spot. i was so focused on how normal he sounded as he was talking on the phone. i was getting off on the fact that i was being fingered and C was there. it almost felt like a sneaky exhibitionism. hearing C was as if he was in the room with us and E’s attitude about was nonchalant and i was drenching my panties at this thought. my chest was heaving and i kept coming around his fingers. i was clenching him i barely let him leave my cunt.

E got up and pulled off the glove with a snap and went about his pacing around the house. i laid there late into the early morning catching my breath and revelling in this sensation that had me high. i pulled off my g string and smirked at my wet cum coating the thin material. i love it.

i walk into the room and i find you sitting on the bed. you look ever so normal with your clothes on. i look you up and down and smirk. i make my way to you cocking my head to the side and raising an eyebrow. i know that you have done what i had asked, but i am curious to see if you decided against it. but i know you my slut.

greeting your lips with mine, i shove my tongue into your mouth. i can feel your hands start at the back of my knees traveling upward to rest on my ass. i can feel your fingertips moving inward and i moan into your mouth. i grip your hair with both hands as i break away from you sucking in a deep breath. i push you back on to the bed and move to unbutton your jeans then stop.

“show me your cunt.”

you stare at me with big eyes and i almost forget you are male. my face is stone as i watch you fumble with the button on your jeans. normally you would undo them every so gracefully, but tonight you seem to have things running through your mind from our last conversation.

i watch the ring on your ring finger glisten in the low light. your hands are delicious to me as your long fingers unbutton and slowly unzip. i know you are trying to tease me but my face warns you not to push that factor with me tonight. i stare down as your jeans inch downward. i see the top of your pubic region and the tuft of hair you left for me. slowly downwards and i start to see what i had requested. a make shift cunt. i lick my lips as i watch your jeans continue to slip downwards. your legs wrestle the rest off your body.

i lay beside you and put my lips to your ears. my hand travels towards your cunt as i feel your body wave beneath me like a bitch. the anticipation of my fingers to your cunt is all you can focus on right now. i make my way slowly downward as i start to whisper delicately in your ear.

“you like being a bitch for me baby?”

“yesss,” you moan.

“did you get hard as you were making a cunt for me?”

“mmhmmmm”

i press harder as i reach your patch. your body starts to tremble and shake.

“i think you make an excellent bitch for me.”

you answer with a gasp as my finger slides gently down to your clit and rub. i move away from your head as i place my head between your legs, kneeling on the floor. i place your clit between my teeth and let me tongue tip barely touch the flesh. i feel you breathe in deep and i gently bite down. you groan deep from your chest. my fingers travel your cunt as i feel a slit and i find your asshole. i can feel your cock hardening and straining against its unnatural bounds.

“i bet you wish you were a real bitch so you could get sloppy wet for me huh cunt?”

you groan and then moan ever so loudly as i spit beneath your clit. i start to rub.

“hmmm too bad i couldn’t fuck this cunt of your, too shallow.”

i lay my finger long against your slit rubbing up towards your clit. your hips start to buck against my fingers. i smile as i see this look of lust on your face as you stare at me pleading for something…anything.

“should i make a cunt hole that i can fuck? hmmmm?”

you gasp as i pull i razor from underneath the pillow. i can feel you tense up as i move it in the low light. my cunt grows wet as i stare at the shiny new blade with no stains or markings. i run the corner right above your cunt as it makes tiny blood lines that seep for release. your skin is fluttering as you cannot distinguish pain from pleasure now. i lean down and lick the tiny beading blood. i tongue down towards your clit as i taste the inside of your body. your blood that is now mixed with my insides.

i slide upwards towards your head as i hike up my skirt. i press my hot cunt against you as you have now discovered no panties. your hands push up my shirt as i press my mouth against your ear.

“you just want to be everything for me huh? you want to be the cock that fucks me, the toy i use, the bitch that cleans my dirty, used cunt, the object that i mutilate, the whore that fucks anything and the slut that just does whatever i ask to ensure my cunt stays wet.”

i feel your body jerk as i press into you with every foul word from my mouth. your spasm as i know you just came against your ass.

“mmmmmm, i think you made a mess of yourself.”

you are panting and your body rigid. i sit upward to press against your cunt. my wetness dripping down your cunt as i glide against your clit. my hand finds its way to down to your cum coated asshole as i shove in three fingers to finger fuck you. your groans tell me you painfully enjoy being stretched without care. i grind against you as i fuck your real cunt. i thrust in and out of you as i work your cum into your cunt. my body starts to shake and sputter as i come against your cunt. my fingers slide out of you and i hunch down on to your chest. i feed my cum coated fingers to your mouth as you suck them clean gliding your tongue between each fingers as my cunt would spasm against you.

“you are wonderful my treasure,” i whisper into your chest.

i sent V a picture of my cunt in pink panties. he sent me this…

i’ve been staring at your cunt for a while now. i put it into PaintShop Pro, making it bigger, sharpening it, wanting to see every fold, every ripple, every bump of the cunt of the woman i debase myself for. such a gift. such a fucking gift. i want it so badly. just looking at your covered pussy has my cock hard, knowing how wet it gets, how your clench it at work when i jerk myself off to the point of cumming and then stop. even now, i’m stopping to slip my hand inside the pocket of the sweatpants i have on to yank my cock. the head pokes straight up into the soft cotton. then i go back to read dd and it gets even harder as i read the last entry. the things you hold back from me…slipping your hand into your jeans as i slid the knife slowly down to my balls and pretended to slice through the base for you…sticking the sharp point into the head of my cock…feeling it sting and also still feeling it a little when i woke up. i’m dreaming of picture of your dripping cunt, naked and bare, so that i can photoshop my cock inside it…a true cyberfuck to match the mindfuck we’ve embarked on. i wanna fuck you so goddamn bad, baby. and i want you to fuck me…i wanna gaze into your eyes as you carry out your nasty, amoral fantasies on me and i wanna feel your soft warm breath on my ear as you whisper, “trust me, baby…trust me.”

god fucking damn

your ever willing filthy slut

certainly it is my fault for choosing to not come for several days. at this point it is no laughing matter. yet, i don’t want to cave in now just for a quick fix that is utterly unsatisfactory. as i drove in i felt the rage of my need building and it poured out of my hands as i gripped my steering wheel, clenching my teeth and slightly snarling.

the look on my face today is “i need to fuck” and every man that walks by me must sense it as i feel they know. they know i need to fuck so bad that i will fuck anything and anyone right now. it must be oozing from my pores. i feel naked as i walk in public as if the male species can sniff me out at a single glance. i hide behind my sunglasses and look off in hopes he can not tell. but, they can. they all do.

there is so much build that when i do finally come it has to be grand and worth this fucking wait. my cunt twitches right now at the thought of just coming over and over because i am banking it for the next “sexual suicide”. last night after chatting with V i was so wet and yes i touched it as i slipped into the hot bath water.

today NC taunts me with words and i am so on edge everything sounds delicious to me. so, we conspire and we will see what comes of it.

don’t pity me, it is my twisted sexuality that puts me in these “states”. this waiting, this torture, this torment results in a beautiful, intense, well worth the wait orgasm. it is that silver lining to my treacherous path.

damn.

i have been feeling on this edge of coming for the past couple of days. i only wish that i could just come on pure will alone. i teeter on this sensation, that feeling of just a little more would push you into this orgasmic abyss.

just a little more…

a little more.

i keep squirming in my chair, shaking my legs hoping that some kind of movement will give me a pleasure that will hold me over. i am this enraged, ravenous being that will stop at nothing tonight to get what i crave…what i need.