0 comments/ 49875 views/ 6 favorites A Day in My Life By: redelicious Your alarm woke me with a start this morning. "Get up girl," you growled. 7:00 am seemed to come early today after the late night we spent. I was still a little stiff from the strenuous activity but I somehow persuaded my body to move out of the bed. I wearily started for the bathroom to begin my morning responsibilities. A swift crack on my ass from the flat of your hand inspired a change in my demeanor and I dove into my duties with renewed energy. I live with you as your lover and slave. Each morning it is my job to draw your shower and bathe you for the day ahead. This morning was no different. I hurried to the bathroom where I adjusted the water for the temperature and pressure that I knew you desired. I got in the tub on my knees and waited for you to join me. Soon after, you appeared. I began to scrub you in the manner you taught me, starting with your hair and working my way down. I couldn't help pausing as I was about to start washing your cock. This has always been my favorite part of the morning activities. Worshiping your cock comes so naturally to me and cleaning it in the morning is a natural extension of this adoration. It thrills me to know something I enjoy so much also brings you such great pleasure. Every once in a while you allow me the treat of using my mouth to clean you, rewarding my efforts with the day's first cum. However, today was not one of those days. Before I could finish washing, you brusquely pushed me aside with the words, "that will be enough." I scurried out of the shower, put on my bathrobe, and headed for the kitchen. I knew today would be a busy day for you. Not wanting to waste any time, I went directly about making your breakfast so that it would be just as you expected. Finally you joined me and started the coffee. I served your breakfast and awaited your next instructions. Breakfast is the time when we discuss your plans for me for the day. My schedule always includes household chores, although sometimes you give me additional assignments. These vary from mundane activities to structured opportunities for learning and growth. I always approach these tasks with excitement, especially when you challenge me with opportunities for physical or sexual growth. Today's assignment was not going to be one of those opportunities, however. "I have to work late today," you told me. "In addition to your normal day's duties you will bring dinner to the office at 6:30. Do you understand these instructions?" "Yes, my Sir," I nodded that I did. You left for work and I went about my morning, completing the jobs that you left for me. I have always taken great pride in my duties. I know it pleases you to come home to a house that is exactly as you expect it should be. I got a warm feeling many times today as I thought of the smile that crosses your lips when you reward me. More then once I thought about what those rewards can entail - sometimes it's just a kiss, other times it's much more. Last night fell under the later category. I was so lucky to be treated to an evening of anal play, though in truth it was really a delight for both of us. I loved opening my ass up to you. I blushed thinking about it: me with my wrists cuffed to my spread legs, face pushed down into the bed, ass raised and exposed to you, and you wailing on my rosebud with your thick shaft, smacking me every so often for good measure. Oh, I was sore this morning from it all, but last night my body screamed out in pleasure. I tried several times to shake the images of our play from my mind but they kept creeping back into my thoughts as I cleaned. It didn't help that one of my duties was to straighten the playroom. Generally I am not allowed in that part of the house but since we used it last night it was my responsibility to tidy up today. As I put things back in order I gazed at my favorite toys: a suede flogger, an assortment of dildos and butt plugs, clamps, and various restraints. Each of these brought back more memories for me. I could almost feel you in the room, watching me. My attention turned to the punishment wall. Here you had placed various implements of torture. These included clover clamps, various whips, crops, and canes. I am not a pain slut and so I do my utmost to avoid any kind of discipline. I regard these implements with an odd mixture of fear and curiosity. I can't imagine the pain they would cause; however, there is a little part of me that hungers for the sting and burn of a crop applied to my ass. I was contemplating the crop when I realized my thighs were wet with juice escaping from my dripping pussy. Somewhat startled, my eyes darted to the clock. 5:00!! Fortunately I had finished my work, but there was more I needed to do if I was going to get to you by 6:30. I hurried through the traffic to get to you on time. I had been diligent in my duties during the day but somehow I found myself running late. Your instructions were explicit. I was to meet you at work with dinner at 6:30. My daydreaming about you nearly held me up, but I managed to pull myself together. I chose to wear an outfit that you purchased for me. My blouse was of cream-colored lace. It was somewhat loose fitting but extremely low cut to show off my large breasts. It was also very sheer so that you could see my bra underneath. The skirt you bought to go with the blouse was made out of tight fitting black leather. It was short enough that if you looked closely you could see the seem of my black thigh high nylons. Finishing off the outfit were my 4 inch black pumps. This was generally not an outfit I wore in public as it certainly drew a lot of attention my way, but I decided that tonight I would surprise you in the office, knowing that you could likely use a change of pace from the work. Besides, I had also concluded that your building would be empty so you would be the only sex crazed male ogling me (which is just as I like it). I checked my watch as I pulled into your parking lot. 6:23! I had just enough time to get your dinner up to your floor with room to spare to catch my breath. I made my way to you. I saw you sitting on the edge of your desk as I got off the elevator. I walked in through the open door and greeted you with a smile. "Hello, my Sir." My eyes glanced to the clock on the wall. 6:28. I made it. You looked back at me with that intense stare of yours, cocking an eyebrow. "What do we have here?" Now I felt your eyes upon me, scanning my body. I felt an uncomfortable heat rising on my skin. Had I done the wrong thing by dressing this way? My desire was to please you but at that moment I felt ashamed, suddenly aware of my inappropriate garb and your stern glare. I stammered as I searched for words to answer you. "I...I brought you dinner as you asked of me." "It would seem you have brought me more then dinner," you quipped. "Well come on, girl," you got up and pushed me onto the edge of the desk where you had been sitting, "let me see what you have." I nearly dropped your meal as you grabbed my legs with your strong hands and pried them apart. Your right hand tore at my breast, pinching my nipple while the fingers from your left hand plunged into my pussy, checking my wetness. "Have you been a good girl?" your voice was gruff as you pinched and probed. "Yes my Sir!" It almost came out as a wail. Your manner had startled me, but my longing for you was evident when you pulled your fingers from under my skirt, glistening with my wetness. You greedily licked your fingers. "You know I shouldn't eat dessert before dinner," you grinned. You released my nipple and reached down to slap the bit of my thigh that was hanging off the desk as you pushed your fingers in my mouth for me to clean. "You are a very naughty girl coming up here like that when you know I have work to do." "I apologize Sir." "Well, now you will have to take care of me before you go back home." You pushed me on the floor in front of you and began to loosen your pants. They fell to your knees and exposing your thick shaft. You sat at the edge of your chair and pulled me by my hair to your cock. "You know what to do." Indeed, I did, and I began licking up and down your length. I swirled my tongue around and around your throbbing tip. I was just about to take your head in my hungry mouth when we heard footsteps and a lady calling your name from down the hall. "Shit, it's Judy! Under the desk!" You shoved me under the desk and threw your chair under as well so that you were only visible from the waist up. My head was still between your legs and my mouth was inches away from your cock, my labored breath tickling your skin. My heart raced as Judy entered the room. I felt as though I knew Judy, though I had never met her. You have frequently told me tales of how she flirts with you and wears provocative clothing to garner your attention. I could smell her perfume sweetening the room when she entered. She began to talk with you over some work related problem, her speech filled with tinkles of laughter. I could imagine her smiling at you, undressing you with her eyes. I had to laugh at myself as she had no clue that your very own sex toy was already under the desk, ready to please you. You must have felt me giggle because you began squeezing me with your legs. I jumped ever so slightly and found myself with my lips mashed against your still hard cock. This was almost too much for me. As Judy continued to discuss and flirt with you I became distracted by the taste of your shaft on the very tips of my mouth. Without thinking I parted my lips and began to nurse on your cock. I didn't have much space so all I could take in was the head, but I did it voraciously. My craving for you finally got the better of me as I sucked and licked, groaning ever so slightly for want of all of you. You seemed to grow harder in my mouth as I worked. I was oblivious to your shifting in your chair and the conversation that was continuing as I took your cock in my mouth. I am not sure when Judy stopped talking or when she left, but at some point I heard the door shut. You shoved your chair back with a roar, yanking my head with it. You clamped your hands down on either side of my head and thrust your hard cock down my throat. "You wanted it, now take it!" Your hands grasped my head so tightly as you pulled it up and down on your cock. Your grip was so strong, I was powerless to resist as you forced yourself in and out. Finally you unloaded in my mouth, shooting your cum down my throat. When you were finished you lifted me to my feet and spun me around. You lifted my skirt and struck my ass with the metal ruler from your desk. "What you did to me under the desk was very naughty. Now get yourself together and go home. I will deal with your behavior when I get there." I attempted to smooth my hair and clothes, but I was shaking too badly. I took one last look at you before leaving but you were already engrossed in your work again, carelessly eating the sandwich I had left behind. I was in a fog on the drive home. I am not sure how I made it from point A to point B without incidence, but somehow I did. My mind kept drifting back to you and the office and then shifting ahead to the punishment that would surely come to me when you got home. I glanced nervously at my watch when I arrived. 7:42pm. I had no idea when to expect you, but knew there would be hell to pay if I wasn't ready on your arrival. I quickly took mental inventory of the house, making sure every last detail was as you expected. Satisfied that there was nothing more for me to do, I went about preparing myself for punishment. I went into the bedroom and removed my skirt and blouse, taking great care to put them away. I removed my shoes from my tired feet. I unsnapped my bra and watched it fall from my shoulders, revealing my large breasts and crimson areola. My nipples were hard and stubbornly protruding. I winced thinking about the clamps that would soon be fastened. My eyes traveled further down my body to my pussy and legs. I ran my fingers over my swollen lips to make sure they were still smooth and free of hair. I dared not explore further, though I was wet and needed to cum. I wanted you so much when I was licking your cock under your desk. As I felt it getting harder in my mouth I had imagined it plunging deep inside me, filling me, the muscles of my cunt tightening around it. But, you fucked my throat instead, adding to my frustrations. Being used like that always made me horny and you knew it. You probably delighted in sending me home in that condition. I considered the black thigh highs I was still wearing and pulled them up, straightening them so that the seam was correctly placed in the back. I knew full well by the end of the evening they would likely be torn and have to be thrown away. I reached into the top drawer of my dresser and removed a set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs. I fixed these in place so that I would be ready for whatever punishment you planned on your arrival. I looked in my jewelry box and removed a simple black leather collar and chain leash. I leaned my head to one side, allowing my fiery curls to fall around my face. I took the collar and fastened it around my neck. It was slightly snug, and the chain was cold as it fell delicately against my skin and between my legs. I gathered the lead in my hands and made my way to the foyer. I looked at the clock again. 8:18pm. I took my place on the hard wood floors, kneeling in front of the door, head bowed, leash in hand. I waited. In the stillness I could hear the normal hums of the house: the air conditioner turning on and off, the refrigerator running, the cars passing outside. Each time I heard a car go by I tensed up ever so slightly, waiting for the one that would stop and deliver you to me. I shifted my weight, my knees aching from the unforgiving floors beneath them. I waited. Somehow, lost in my thoughts, I missed the slamming of the car door announcing your arrival. I jumped as your hand turned the knob. My heart seemed to beat out of control as my hand shot up with the leash, to present it to you when you walked through the door. I saw your black shoes and felt the slam of the door reverberate in the floor below me. I heard you chuckle and knew you must be looking me over, but then to my surprise you walked right by me. "I'll be with you in a moment." I heard you make your way in the kitchen and rummage through the fridge. I let my hand fall back down in front of me. I mentally followed your footsteps as you walked to the couch and sat down. You turned on the TV and I heard the unmistakable sound of a drink being opened. I had no idea how long I was going to be there waiting. I kept listening for some clue as to when you would be coming but never made out any. My knees were hurting and my head was getting heavy. I tried to force my eyelids to stay open but they drooped lower and lower. I was drifting . . . "Get up!" Your booming voice echoed in the house and you yanked on the leash. I struggled to keep from falling forward and somehow managed to stand, feet spread, hands grasping at the air to maintain my balance but finally resting at my sides. "Unbelievable," you growled, "Here I have been working all day and you find it necessary to sleep." Your voice was incredulous. "I apologize, my Sir," was all I could barely muster. "Well I hope you are refreshed because you are going to need your energy." You looked me over and ran your fingers on your free hand into my swollen slit, pinching my already throbbing clit. I took a sharp breath and held it to keep from moaning. You grinned as you withdrew your hand and licked a glistening finger. "You're a slut, but a sweet one," you said, presenting your hand for me to clean. I licked your fingers hungrily, making sure not to miss a drop of my own wetness. I always liked tasting myself on you and I knew ordinarily it pleased you to see me enjoying it. However on this occasion your demeanor was stern and I wasted no time finishing the task. Now you spoke matter-of-factly. "It is time for your punishment, my dear." You walked ahead of me briskly, leash in hand. I had to take a few quick steps to keep up with your pace, but fell in line, the tug on my neck leading me to the playroom. You opened the door and turned the lights on low. I was not surprised by anything I saw in the room, having just cleaned it in the morning, but the dimmed lights set a sinister glow on the objects before me. You led me to the bondage horse. I felt my anticipation rising but I didn't resist. The horse was your own design and creation, and I knew in a twisted way that you were looking forward making use of it's many features. The horse was much like a pummel, but wider so that I could lay face down on it comfortably. It was cushioned and covered with soft leather, and was padded at one end ostensibly for my head. The legs were on a diagonal, with O-rings fastened at even intervals. You positioned me so that I stood at one end, my legs spread so that they were parallel to the table's. I felt the cuffs on my ankles being attached to O-rings. You leaned into my ear. "Bend over." I obeyed, bending at the waist until my stomach and face came into contact with the padded surface. The horse was adjusted so that I could lay comfortably this way with my ass and pussy exposed and open to you. The truly ingenious feature of your horse was the cutouts for my breasts. As I lay down you fed my large tits through the holes. You took each arm and again fastened the cuffs on my wrists to O-rings. You left me momentarily in this position, but quickly returned with a pair of nipple clamps on an adjustable chain. You fastened the clamps first to one nipple, then the other. You then tightened the chain so that my breasts still hung naturally but without slack in the chain. The taughtness of the chain served to exert pull on my nipples. The pain pulsing on my breasts made me squirm and my clit again began to throb. You swiftly brought your hand down hard on my ass. "I suggest you keep still." You looked me over for a bit, then offered "besides, I don't think you are going anywhere for awhile. "My dear, you were quite the little slut today. I think you deserve a punishment that is befitting a slut." You walked over to the section of wall where various gags and bits were displayed on hooks like trophies, and took down a gag shaped like a cock that I didn't remember seeing before. I looked at you in shock, but you just laughed at me. "Always expect the unexpected, my dear." You placed the tip of the cock on my lips and I instinctively opened my mouth to accept the gag. "Yes," you sneered, "I figured you would know what to do with that." I worked on relaxing my mouth as you fastened the gag in place behind my head. Then you walked behind me. I heard you rummage through a drawer briefly until you extracted the items you desired. I felt the cold wetness of lube being applied to my asshole, your fingers probing and stretching me. First I felt one of your fingers slip in, then another, working my ass, followed by a third. I lay there, nipples throbbing, pussy dripping, with your fingers in my ass. I moaned and felt the back of my throat tickled by the gag. Suddenly you withdrew your fingers, but I could hear the slippery sounds of more lube being applied. I thought briefly you were going to fuck my ass, but dismissed that thought since anal sex would not be a punishment for me. You then walked around to my face and presented to me a butt plug. It was large, lager then anything I had ever used before, and bulging at the base. "After your glowing performance last night I decided you were ready for a new toy." You were grinning as you showed off your newest torture device. I forgot about the anal sex last night and the soreness in my ass this morning. I gulped hard and choked on the gag. You strode behind me again and placed the tip of the plug at my rosebud. A Day in My Life "Relax, it will be easier," you asserted. I remembered that you would never push me to do anything that I wasn't ready for, even in punishment. I concentrated on relaxing and let my trust for you carry me. You slowly pushed the plug in, filling me deep. I felt my ass being spread as I was split open, I started to scream but then the bulging plug passed through and was securely inside. I tried to take deep calming breaths. My nipples throbbed, my mouth was filled, my pussy leaked on my legs, and now my ass was stretched and completely filled. I felt your hand exploring my sopping pussy, avoiding my needy clit. Oh god, I needed to cum. I needed to be fucked by you so badly. My poor clit was aching for your touch. I felt that just a breath from your lips would have sent me into violent orgasms. You withdrew your fingers and removed something else from your drawer. I felt your hands go around my waist, fastening what felt like a leather belt. You reached underneath my belly and pulled down a strap that was also attached to the belt. The strap was pulled down my middle and left to dangle at the end of the horse. After a brief pause I felt the hardness of a dildo as you rubbed it up and down my thighs, teasing my lips with it. I shuddered. You found the opening of my pussy and pushed the dildo inside, forcing it in despite the pressure from the butt plug. Once it was in all the way you pulled up on the strap between my legs. It sliced through my swollen labia, holding the dildo in place. You continued to pull the strap up towards the small of my back. I felt the thin leather disappear up the crack of my ass, much like a g-string, until you finally fastened it to the belt. After tightly securing it, you stepped away and admired your handiwork. "How do you like your new chastity belt, my dear? Now you know how it feels to be totally filled, as a true slut should be." All I could manage in reply was a muffled moan. You walked in front of me where your crotch was at my eye level. I watched as you undressed, leaving only your boxers on. I could see the outline of your cock pressing against the cotton of your underwear. I longed to feel you inside of me as you reached in and stroked yourself. "Oh yes, I do think I am going to enjoy this," you said, noticing my reaction to your hand rubbing your thickness. "You must understand slut, that you exist to please me. What you did today was for your pleasure. You took advantage of the situation while I was working and made things difficult for me with Judy. That must never happen again." Again, I tried to muffle a response. "Don't talk. I know this punishment will be sufficient by the time I am through with you." You walked out of my vision to the wall with the floggers and whips. I heard you remove something and step back to me. You dragged the knotted falls of your bootlace flogger across my back. This flogger didn't look particularly menacing, but it was lightweight and designed for punishment. The thin falls with the knots caused a dreadful sting and were known to bring the most avid pain-slut to tears. I stifled a cry. "No slut, this will not be an easy task for you. If you wish to end right now you must let me know by making a sound when I ask. Understand that the punishment will end and you will be free to go. If you make no sound I will punish you with as much as you can physically take, but no more. Consider this carefully." You paused briefly. I tried to focus on my breathing to steady my arms and legs, which were by now shaking. I squeezed my eyes to keep my tears from building up, but I was determined to go through with the punishment. "Now, tell me, do you wish to stop?" I swallowed hard on the gag to keep from making a sound. "Very well my slut." I heard the first whoosh of the flogger as it cut through the air and the sharp smack as it made contact with my ass. I screamed out and tensed up my muscles involuntarily. You slapped the base of the butt plug, causing the horse to jump forward. I knew you meant for me to relax. A moment passed followed by another whoosh and sharp smack. The flogger this time fell on the other ass cheek, the falls seemingly ripping through my skin. Again and again you brought down your furry on my ass. I screamed and felt tears leaving warm trails down my face. But you were relentless and exacting. Finally you paused just as I thought I could take no more. "My dear, you are learning. Now to make sure this is not a task I will have to repeat I will strike you 10 more times." I sobbed. I thought I would surely pass out before you reached the end. You rose up and the final stages of the punishment began. Smack. Smack. Smack. My legs were shaking. My thoughts became muddled and the room started to spin. My skin tingled and burned. It seemed to me that I was wet, and my clit felt like it was on fire. You struck me a last time and I swore I was floating. In my fog I could feel what could only be your fingers on my burning ass. You ran your fingers gingerly over the welts. You undid the belt that held the dildo in my pussy and it slid out, slick with my juice. You gently eased the butt plug from my ass. You walked around to my face and kissed my forehead as you reached under me to release my nipples. I felt the gag being loosened from my head as you withdrew it from my mouth. You reached over to loosen the cuffs from my wrists and walked back to my legs to remove those as well. Just as I thought I was going to fall off the horse you carefully slid me down to pillows waiting on the floor. You pulled me into your arms and kissed me tenderly. I felt your love burning through me, warming my very core. Your voice was quiet and soft as you spoke. "My sweet, I know I have been working too hard and neglecting you. You need to know I cherish your gift and treasure you always. Does my beloved need some attention?" I smiled as I looked into your eyes, my soul seemingly merged with yours. "Yes, my Sir." You eased me back on the pillows, handling my ass with care. I felt your hard cock enter my pussy, finally. The orgasm that had been building for hours finally erupted, shaking my whole body. I was soaring. The deeper you thrust your cock into me the higher I flew. The soreness of my ass faded as I came over and over. With each orgasm the walls of my pussy tightened on your thick shaft. You roared as you thrust into me again with all your force, and I could feel your cum explode inside of me. I hung on to you for dear life as we rode the waves of our orgasms, screaming in ecstasy. When it was over I collapsed, breathless, spent. I lost total track of time. I am not sure when or how I got there, but after an eternity I woke up in our bed, securely in your arms. I smiled and ignored the pain that was a reminder of the lesson I learned. I settled back down in your arms, happy, secure, and safe. A Day In My Life I've been seeing my current boyfriend for almost two years. This is a very accurate day in my life with regard to that. **************** I love the way my hand opens and closes around him. My pink fingernail polish sets his cock off nicely. He's so big! 9 ½", I know because he let me measure it once, teased me about doing that after he made me measure my little thing too. My little penis barely 3" when erect, I am little-boy like. I feel my sissy-like thing squirm in my panties as I do what he likes, do one of his favorite things. I masturbate him. I love giving him hand jobs. I get to see his cock up close, watch it and him respond to my teasing and the things I do to drive him crazy. He is slippery and shiny with K-Y jelly. His cock is covered in it. The slippery, squishy and sticky sound of my hand moving on him is punctuated with his moans and heavy breathing, that and him saying 'fuck!' or Ahhh!' a lot. I love how my fingers squeeze shut as my fist reaches the top of the head of it and then open back up slowly as my hand moves down and over his shaft. He is so thick that I can barely get my fist closed around it. And so hard, he is like a rock. When he fucks me it's like having a hard rubber or metal dildo put up inside of me. I know that feeling intimately, have felt it too many times to count! I can feel every vein of his erection as I move my hand over it. I particularly love the edge of the bottom of its head, so big! I stop every now and then at the base of the head. I close my thumb and middle finger in a tight circle and hold it up just below the head. I move the tip of my index finger over the hole of it, push down gently into his urethra and make tiny little circles in his precum. I know that makes him squirm and wiggle. I love the feeling of power doing that to him. "Fuck! Ooooo...my god...uh...What are you doing?...ahhh, oooo, don't stop..." He is lost to my hand. He gasps as he says that to me, his eyes closed. I love the sounds, the noises, he makes when I do this for him. He tenses. I see his muscular upper legs tighten, shake and stiffen, raise slightly off of the bed as he arches his back. I feel his butt tighten in my other hand. I feel him clench his cheeks as he lays on the bed next to me, my fingertips just barely into the crack of his rear end. I am sitting up with my legs tucked up under me, one hand under his butt, the other on his beautiful erection, sitting beside him. I am slightly kneeling and looking down at him. He is naked. And he is gorgeous. I look down over his cock and balls, the hard abs of his stomach, his well developed and muscled body. He is the man that owns me. And I feel my little thing stir, get wet on the end as I look at him and think about what I am for him. I'll do anything for him and he knows it. I feel his firm right cheek in my hand as I grip him, hold him in place as my other hand strokes and works on his cock. I pump his cock slowly and methodically. I fuck him with my hand. He loves this! "Do you like that, Daddy? I want you too. I love doing this for you." I purr to him. His eyes are closed. I see him bite his lip slightly as I lean forward and kiss just the end of it. His hands palm down on the bed at his sides, I see his fingers dig into the sheet and close, clutch them in his fists. "Uh, uh, uh...yessss...fuck...you hot little bitch, don't stop...ahhhh..." I am wearing sheer panties, cute little ruffles in the back with a sheer white front panel. My soft penis shows a wet spot on the end of it through my girly underpants. I am wearing lace top thigh high stockings with little pink bows in the back at the top of each. My shoes are 3" spike heel open-toe pumps, shiny patent leather showing off my pink toenails. My hair and makeup are perfect, super model like. I went blonde for him today, big blonde hair with a pink bow in the front over sexy bangs. Baby smooth top to bottom with a lubricated tight little hole, not messy, just slippery enough for instant access, that is what he likes. I met him at the door like this with a sexy little silk short robe over it all that barely covered my rear end. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me deeply as soon as he came in the door. He pinned me to the wall and French kissed me. Off came the robe, he slipped it down over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor as he put his hand down the back of my panties and pushed his middle finger into my slippery little hole. He made me come up onto my toes. "Oh my." That was all I said as he took his tongue out of my mouth, pulled his lips off of me and finger fucked me. He pulled his finger out of me and pushed it into my mouth. I hate when he does that but never deny him. "I've been thinking of that little ass of yours all day. Let's go." He slipped his finger out of my mouth and took me firmly by my arm and led quickly up to my bedroom. As soon as we got there I didn't have to be told. I undressed him. I took his clothing off of him like the good little, dirty little, sexy little girl I am for him. I am his mistress. I do what pleases him. I've been doing this for him for almost two years now. I know what he wants even before he says it. When I knelt in front of him and took his shoes, sox and pants off, I took my time pulling his underwear down slow and off of him. I let his semi erect cock fall out in front of my face. I let it bounce in front of me and kissed it while looking up at him. When he was naked he went to my bed and laid down. "Jack me off. Get over here. Put that slippery stuff on your hand." That was all he said. I know what he likes. I know how to do this for him. I took K-Y from the night stand drawer next to my bed. I wanted to fix my lipstick but I didn't. I didn't want to keep him waiting. I've heard that tone before, that demanding tone that means, 'NOW!'. I feel him throb in my hand. I love that feeling. I bend forward and flick the hole of his cock, run the pointy end or my tongue up it as my hand slides down the full length of his shaft to his balls. Just a quick lick with the point of my tongue makes his whole body shake. I push into his hole. "FUCK! Ohhhhhhhhh..." He leans straight up, puts his hand under my arm into the pit. I feel him grab my panties with his other hand and rip them down. He almost tears them. I hurry to raise myself up to accommodate him stripping off my underpants. It all happened so quickly I almost fell off the bed. I feel him yank me over on top of him. I sit up on top of him, feel his hard cock push up against my butt. With my legs to his sides I raise up to let him into me. I know what he wants. "Ahhhh, ohhhh..." I cry out. I always do. It hurts when he first enters me, separates me like that. It's so big and it never gets easier to take him in for the first time. He holds his cock up with one hand, reaches around and grabs my right cheek with his other and pulls my rear end apart. I feel it at my tight little hole, feel the huge head of it press against me and separate me. And then it's in me. All the way, quickly, I cry out, loud. He says nothing. He just grunts, moans as he pushes deep into me and pulls back out slightly, stabbing me the way he does. I feel every inch of it. I feel the huge head of it deep inside of me. I feel his hand pull out from between my legs, brush roughly against my little balls. I wince, whimper, cry out, letting his cock go up into me deeper. I feel him take my hips in his hands as he lays back down onto the bed. He moves me up and down on him, ignores my whimpering and crying out, as he holds me tightly in his hands and starts to fuck. I sit straight up on top of him. My tiny soft little boy like penis bounces as he fucks me. It feels like his cock is in my throat, all the way up inside of me to my throat! When he comes thirty minutes later I have tears in my eyes. I feel the tiny bruises he will leave on my hips with his fingertips, feel them dig into me. I feel cum drip from my butt, down over his erection and onto the bed with the first powerful spurts. He gushes, he cums huge. He always does the first time. I feel five strong spurts and then several weaker ones. The bed is soaked. The crack of my rear end is covered with him. I am full of him and ready to explode. He holds me up tightly in place and milks himself to the end, the last drop. "Oooo, that's the way it's supposed to be, little girl. That's it." He pulls himself out of me. I feel it 'pop' out as my butt, feel my little hole around him to the end of his cock as he pulls free of me. He lifts me off of him, almost pushes me off the bed. I don't have to be told or asked. I move down between his legs and start to suck him clean. He lays back on the pillow with his arm across his eyes, lays back and says nothing as I lick, suck and swallow. "You know, there is nothing like that tight little ass of yours. Nothing. This never gets old, Princess." "Thank you, Daddy." I put him into my mouth all the way. Even soft he is huge. I suck and lick the last of me and him off of his cock. I pull my mouth off of him and hold it up as I concentrate on licking and sucking his balls clean. "My daughter went back to college today. Her boyfriend picked her up and drove her back to campus. I don't even want to think about what he does with her like I do with you." He laughed as I ran my tongue up between his legs, buried my face into his crotch as I licked his inner cheeks below his balls. I pushed my tongue up and flicked his hole, felt him squirm. "You really are a good girl. Every man should have a sissy mistress like you. My wife isn't half as hot as you are. And she's hot, Princess. But she won't do the things you do. Don't think I don't appreciate that, you hot little bitch." I feel his hand on the back of my head. "And you are a hungry little bitch. That is the best kind." He sat up, pushing my face and head back slightly. He reached down and took his soft penis in his hand and held it up, pointed it toward my face. I took it into my mouth. I run my flat tongue across the bottom of the head of it, over the hole. I pulled up onto my knees, pushed my rear up and out, arched my back. I knew he could see my butt in the mirror. I could feel his cum run out of me and down my left leg across the top of my stocking. "I love doing this for you. I could do it every day." I put him back into my mouth after pulling him out, looking up at him and whispering that to him. He looked at me in the mirror, didn't see my face as I said that. I felt him start to get hard again as I worked on him. As his cock grew bigger in my mouth I started to pump it, masturbate it with my mouth. I felt my little thing bounce between my legs as I pushed my butt out with my legs spread slightly. I was on my knees bending down over him. I moved my head up and down on him. "You really are the perfect girl. You are...uhhhh, oooo...." When he came the second time he took me by the sides of my head. He held me tightly as he came in my mouth. I can never get him all the way into my mouth, can only get just over ¾ of it into my mouth before I start to choke. When he came and the first spurt of it hit the back of my throat I felt him pull my face down onto him. I choked slightly and felt his cum explode in mouth and run out around the edges of my lips. He held me tightly and fucked my mouth as I struggled to swallow for him. When he finished he pulled me up and off of him. He pulled my face up toward him. He pulled me up and top of him, face to face. He smiled at me, saw my cum covered lips, my smeared lipstick. "Go fix your makeup, you're a mess. You're too cute to be such a smeared up little girl. Go." He patted my bare butt. I pulled myself up off of him and up off of the bed and walked to my makeup room. He was right. I was a mess. I could feel my butt throb as it always does after he uses me like that. I felt it throb in a good kind of numb way. I love that feeling. When I went back to the bedroom he was gone, his clothes up off the floor. I went downstairs and found him at my front door. He just stood there with my silk robe in his hands. He put it over my shoulders, helped me back into it. "You, Princess, are special. Don't ever forget that. And you're mine. Don't ever forget that either." He put his hand on my naked butt when he said that, squeezed it. "I do it for you, Daddy. Only for you. You own me. I want you to love that." "I do. And don't think I don't appreciate that I can be demanding with you. If I had more time I'd put that slutty little butt over my lap and spank you, have you do your dirty little show for me too. You know I love my little bitch when she's being a whore. Next time." I know he likes that, watching me masturbate while standing in front of him, finger fucking myself with one hand, struggle to make myself cum with my other, while he times me. My 'dirty little show', he likes to tease about that. "When will you visit me again? You know I want you here every day. I'd do this for you every day, you know I would. And I hate that you have to leave so quickly!" I moved up close to him, pushed myself up into him. I kissed his ear. "I'll be back day after tomorrow. She's out of town for two days. I'll have time to let you take care of me then. And don't think I don't appreciate your hungry always-ready attitude. I know what you need. And I like to be the man that feeds that. Next time maybe all in red. You know the outfit I'm talking about." He brought his hand down so hard across my bare butt it made me come up onto my toes. A loud 'SLAP' reverberated off of my hallway walls as I cried out sharply, felt some more of his cum run out of me. "Daddy! Ooooooo..." "I have to go. You think about what you just did, think about the fact that I can have you like that anytime I like. Princess, you be a good girl." He kissed my cheek. I know he'll never kiss me after he cums in my mouth, especially after he's fucked my rear end. I didn't put my mouth up toward him. I felt him pet my butt, run his hand over my cheeks. I pushed up against him. "Bye, Daddy. I'm your little girl. You now that." He opened the door and walked out. I watched him walk to his car. I closed the door and went slowly back upstairs to my bathroom. I did what I always do after he leaves. I stood in front of it and masturbated. I looked at the little bitch in the full length mirror. I felt my wet rear end, his cum in me and all over me between my cheeks. I could taste his cum in my mouth, taste my rear end in my mouth. I masturbated slowly looking at the 'girl' in the mirror. I am his mistress. I am his. I am his sex toy. I am his. I am his dirty girl. I am his. I came all over the floor. Slowly dripping cum from the end of my soft little thing as my hand moved over it, I watched the short little baby like spurts. I caught some of it in my hand. I smeared it across my freshly madeup lips. I smiled as I looked at what I saw before me in the mirror. I stayed full of him for the rest of the day. I left the mess on the bed and floor. I left the mess on my face too. I felt like the whore I am. I felt wonderful!