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The New Year
My family stayed up to see the festivities at Times Square. As the New Year occurred I thought fondly of this mornings date with Mistress and how fulfilling it was for me. I knew this year would be different but not how different. I remembered that I could only cum when sucking off my husband but since I had convinced him it was that time of the month already it would not be a problem. What worked out well for me is he did not pay much attention to the timing so even though I had it slightly over a week ago he would not realize that I had lied. However now I had a different problem in that I did not suck him off that often so I had to make sure for at least tonight I did not instigate the activities but maybe I would do it tomorrow instead. This presented a problem of not being able to release myself probably until tomorrow night as Mistress would not be back on until Saturday morning.
After celebrating the change in year we all went to bed. It turned out my husband was tired anyway and so fell right asleep. I laid there in my nightshirt and panties beside him and began to fantasize about my upcoming business trip with Karen. I imagined she would sensually come on to me and I would accept. This would lead to her touching me and kissing me with her eventually wanting me to undress for her like she was the man but a very dominant and forceful one. I was only slightly embarrassed by these thoughts as I had been having them for some time now and so was used to them. She would take me to bed and have me suckle her breasts while she roughly fingered me and called me ‘Her bitch.' This made me very excited so I decided to just concentrate on her kissing me while I feel asleep otherwise I knew I could not control myself.
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New Year's Day was memorable for the fact that all I thought of was my pussy. Each part of the day reminded me in some way about it and then the orgasm I had dressed up for Mistress. I actually frustrated myself more by rubbing myself at least once when I had these thoughts. This had the effect of keeping me stimulated but not out of control although many times I thought of going to the bathroom and getting on all fours and using my dildo like before. The memories of all the bathrooms I used a few days ago for this activity had the effect of making me feel somehow fulfilled. It was hard for me to rationalize this behavior with me being a business manager and in command in the rest of my life.
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That night was frustrating for me. I had convinced myself that my husband would want to have me suck his cock and then I could cum but instead he was tired from playing with the children during the day and doing home fix-up chores that he fell fast asleep at 10. I stayed up a while longer watching TV by myself. As I ch ann el surfed I would notice that anytime a very attractive woman was on my hand would slip between the crotch of my jeans which easily allowed it due to my shape and I would rub myself. Each time as I lay on the couch I would do it harder and harder thus making myself more frustrated. I finally got so needing that I decided I would just go to bed and suck off my husband thus giving him a surprise. I turned off the TV and went to the bedroom. I took off my clothes leaving my panties so there would be no explaining and put on a nightshirt. I crawled into bed but then realized he was lying on his stomach sound asleep. With that plan foiled I just lay down and dreamed of Karen. I imagined her picking out my clothes and being very naughty about the underneath ones. This fantasy continued with me at business meetings and such having to make sure no one could see up my skirt. It was a pleasant one.
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It was Friday now. My husband had to go to work he had gotten up before me and was dressed for work before I fully awoke. Damn I thought to myself I would have to now wait until tonight. I got my shower and spent an inordinate amount of time washing my groin doing it ever so slowly. I even whispered to myself one time “Yes Mistress slut sue likes playing for You.” This got me very hot and excited and so I eventually had to stop that. Once done my shower however my clit was still begging for release. I decided I needed to try and get my mind off of it today. My mind tried to think of what I could do and thus I came to the idea to use the bands on my nipples. I put the bands on but not too tight. Right away they revealed the slut I was becoming as they hardened immediately for me. I then put on a padded bra to keep them from rubbing too much. I used a panty liner in my panties to also keep my slit from being manipulated while I did house work in my jeans and blouse. This combination proved somewhat good at making sure I did not spend all my time and thoughts on my cunt .
During the day, as I did the housework, the bands had the effect of reminding me of my submission to Mistress. Even though so far it was all cyber, it still seemed very real to me as I was actually following the commands of her like she was here in the flesh. Every once and a while, I would pass a mirror and gaze at myself. I do think of myself as attractive but also mousy. Even though Mistress liked my description I doubt she would really find me sexual exciting in the flesh. In fact this had me think that my dreams of Karen were just dreams. She was so beautiful and sensuous and I was a mousy little woman who wanted to be her slut. Someone like her, so self-assured and desirable, would have no use for a slut like me. This made me feel a bit depressed and I decided to loop the bands once more which made me feel a little better anyway for reasons I could not fathom. The rest of that day the thought of me being that ‘mousy flatchested slut' had the effect of me wanting to be whipped with a belt across my ass for maybe that was all a Domme would want me for in real life. I remembered earlier in life when I had bisexual fun with some other women, not many though, that they seemed not to last long. I now think it was because of being like I am.
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That night when I went to bed my husband was interested in sex but for some reason I was not as much. I had finally removed the bands before coming to bed and my nipples were sore. We kissed and hugged and this made me feel much better. Once he touched my sex he realized I still had the liner on and then started playing with my nipples. I liked that as they were still sore and his touch made them come alive. I dropped my mouth down his body and took his erect manhood into my mouth. I sucked it slowly savoring the activity. I thought of sucking off Mistress with her wearing a strap-on and this made me very hot. As I sucked him my hand reached inside my panties. I was leaking out of my slit already like a slut. This spurred me on to fuck myself with two fingers inside my hole. During this I pinched my erect clit hard and interestingly enough I started trying to deep throat him more. I let him shoot into my mouth and swallowed loving every moment of it as I twisted my clit. As my throat and stomach filled with his cum I also came and felt wonderful. We both feel asleep hugging one another.
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Saturday morning I awoke early. As I lay there a moment in bed it occurred to me this was the day Mistress would be back so I quickly and quietly got up and went to the kitchen with my computer. I felt so much better after last night. Once online I went to my email first but there was nothing there. I subsequently brought up messenger. Mistress was not online so I decided to do some work. After a few minutes I found myself rubbing the crotch of my panties and realized I probably was a bit dirty from having cum last night. This made me smile. I immediately put messenger on ‘be right back' and went to the bathroom to wash my crotch. Once done I decided to shave it again to make it smooth for Mistress. Having completed I went back to the computer and reset messenger to online status.
I was back doing work for a few minutes when Mistress appeared online. She warmly and lovingly greeted me and asked for her report. I gave her a synopsis of the last few days and she told me how pleased she was with my progress. I felt good inside. She then spent quite a bit of time talking about trust and how the submissive must trust the Domme . She also said that the Domme must care for the submissive and make sure she received what she needed. This made me slightly damp. This conversation was followed by a good description of bondage with her sending me pictures of cuffs and restraints that she owned. Even though I had read about this it still amazed me particularly the variety of devices. All of hers were made of black leather with the metal parts being silver. She also showed me a one inch wide collar she had for me to use someday. All of these items and the discussion around them made me very damp. I squirmed on the seat of the chair and the recent shaving made me even more sensitive to this action.
Mistress asked how her slut liked the items and I had to respond that they both excited and worried me. The conversation turned back to one of trust. MsK said as she trusted me to carry out her commands that I, as her submissive, should trust her to make sure they were reasonable and non-threatening. The topic of a safe word was then broached with her explaining what it meant. I felt better as she explained much of what seemed to be confusing in what I had previously read. Mistress let me ask any questions I had and there were a few but non that were of an earth shattering variety. She let me know that if I had any more questions, no matter what they were, they would be answered to my satisfaction. I then decided to ask her the question that had been bothering me just recently. I wrote ‘Mistress why do you spend time with someone who is mousy like me when you could surely find others more appealing?' Her answer filled me with inner joy and helped cement an initial bond of trust between us as she wrote ‘Sue, I spend time with you because of your cute attractiveness that is extremely rare in a grown mature woman and because I am able to achieve my release by releasing your trapped inner desires in a safe consensual way.' I had to read and reread her answer to let it permeate me and as I did my worries seemed to vanish. Once calm I thanked her telling her I looked forward to our meeting this morning and my desires had been rewarded. At this point she said we should proceed to a different level now.
Mistress began probing my needs and desires through a series of questions continually coming back to my wanton lust for humiliation tied to sexual release. During these questions I would sometimes evade, become tongue-tied, and even feign uncertainty. I could not tell if she could see this or not but she did push me. Rather she would seek details on some seemingly innocuous point that would in turn result in me having to give her a part of the answer about me.
At this time Mistress decided the questions could be placed aside as it was now time to play some. She came back to my reaction to the bondage items and asked very pointed questions about my reaction. I had to tell her about my squirming back and forth in the chair as if I was rutting against it. I was forced to tell her that I had shaved again this morning for her and this sensitivity was helping to make me more excited. At this point she said her slut should not be wearing panties and so I should remove them. I did as she asked. Mistress showed me a new item that went with the collar which was a chain leash with a black leather loop for her to hold. Mistress talked about leading me around by the leash and maybe leading her cute slut by the leash while I crawled on all fours. This got me very excited for some reason and she encourage me to play with myself while she described such a scene with me as her obedient bitch. This made me so hot that I inserted two fingers in my pussy and found I was already very wet. I began to moan softly as she talked about patting me on the head and spanking my ass with her hand as she held my leash. Eventually I could not stand it anymore and told her I needed to cum. Mistress told me to take my fingers out of my pussy which I did albeit reluctantly. Mistress told me to get the rubber bands and two clothespins. I was instructed to put the bands on my nipples after hardening them by licking them. After making them tight enough that I could feel the pain she had me put the clothespins right on the tip. I thought I would feint with the pain. Now she had me insert my fingers in my wet cunt and start fucking myself with them. It was such an extreme feeling. As I was getting perilously close to cumming she had me remove each one of them one at a time while fingering myself without cumming . I thought I would lose consciousness doing this. I was now being such a slut as I was begging her to cum over and over calling myself foul names of such a degrading nature which had the effect of making me even hotter. Finally the bands and clothespins were off and I was sitting there crying tears of exasperation wanting to cum like a bitch in heat for my Mistress, and I thought even Owner.
Mistress now wanted her bitch to suck her wet fingers for her and lick them completely clean. I could not do it. She berated me and yelled at me but I just couldn't for some reason as if one side of me was trying to hold onto some type of self-esteem but yet another side wanted so badly to indulge being her cumslut . Mistress decided that this day would not be the day to this but that I did need some discipline for not doing as commanded. I told her slut was so sorry and would accept her punishment not knowing what she would offer. Her punishment was I could not cum, even with my husband, and that maybe tomorrow she might let me gain that release but not now. I was in such an agitated sexual state that I almost started begging outloud like the sniveling cunt I was willingly becoming for the pleasure was so far beyond compare to my past. Mistress got tired of my begging and ended out conversation. I was aghast and left so out of sorts. My clit ached and hurt now wanting to cum yet it felt so good and as I would find this feeling would stay with me throughout the day and night. I did not realize at the time it was not that she really wanted me to suck my juices but rather to begin my slut training on the subject of orgasm control.
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