0 comments/ 10380 views/ 4 favorites Amateur Porn with my Master By: Creamyirish My master and I shared a common fantasy - I wanted to be on video and be seen by thousands in amateur porn. He wants to put me out there, showing the world his little slut as she fucks random men on his command. Was this a mutual need to feed our egos? Maybe a little, but for me it was mostly to please my master, to prove I am his whore, to do as he pleases, and in turn, aroused by his desires and demands of me. I knew the risks - the potential exposure, having my image on a free porn website for all the world to see, being discovered by someone who knows me. Despite these risks, I knew my master would protect my identity. I wanted to be on video, I wanted to be owned, I wanted him to take control and make our fantasy come true. I had not considered the specific details of how I wanted to be videotaped, or what acts I would perform or with whom. My master said he would set up everything for my next visit, but only know that he would fuck my ass hard for all to see. The only thing he said with certainty was that I was to pack a school girl outfit and pony tails for my long hair. This was the only instruction I was given prior to flying out to see him. I also ordered tattoo concealer online. I have distinctive tattoos that would easily give my identity away to someone who knew me or knew of me. All I had to do was pack, fly out to see him, and await further instructions. My trip began as any other visit to my master - flying in on a weeknight, the eternal drive back to his apartment waiting and waiting for the delicious first fuck upon my arrival. For the trip, I wore a tight short revealing red sundress with tall stilletto red heels for the flight. With each visit I push the boundaries of slutty attire for the plane flight. My master likes to visualize the men staring at me, to imagine my slightly flirtatious manner taking over, even though in life I am oblivious to the stares and flirts. He loves knowing that I will indulge him and tell him the details of chatting with various strange men, to know that they are stealing peeks at my tits as I lean in and speak in a soft but sultry voice. He is always confident in the knowledge that no matter what, no one fucks me unless he gives permission. I do not wear my wedding rings when I see my master. Instead, always wear the ring he gave to me to symbolize our commitment to each other and his ownership of me as my master. My master picks me up from the airport, and we drive to his apartment. No sooner is my luggage on the floor when he grabs me and pulls me into him. The long hug, the kiss, so delicious, wanted and longed for by both. His hands caressing my back and moving slowly to my ass, first softly rubbing then gripping firmly. My arms wrapped around his strong body and we trade delicate kisses on each others' necks. Suddenly, without warning, he tightens his grip on my body and lifts me and throws me onto the bed! I land on my stomach and know that this was not a time for making love or soft sensual sex. Instead, I was going to be pounded by my master. I freeze as he bends over me and does not bother to take his clothes off. He pulls his thick hard cock out through the zipper of his shorts and begins shoving it into my pussy. He does not care if I am wet, he just shoves his cock in and pulls my hips up into him as he stands at the side of the bed. He is fucking my pussy, pounding it hard with his hard cock, and all I can do is moan loudly. He calls me his "fucking cunt whore", and I do not fight him or dare beg for what I want. He is in control and he knows what I need. Then he pulls out, yanks me off the bed and I land hard on the floor. I instinctively get on my knees. I know what he will make me do next and I want to see if I can do it better than the last time I was with him, until some day I can do it exactly the way he likes it. I could feel the rug burns on my knees as he grabbed my hair and dragged my body into position. He began fucking my face with his thick long cock, grabbing the back of my head and kept shoving his cock down my throat. Tears ran down my face and I gagged at the taste of my pussy and the tight fit of his thick cock in my mouth. I put my arms around him and grab his ass for balance. This time I am helping push his body into me and getting his cock further down my throat. Tears running down my face, gagging, choking, sucking, slurping, and trying harder not to pull back. I think to myself, "Have I improved at all, master? Am I pleasing you the way you like?" Without warning, my master suddenly pulls back, takes off his clothes, extends his hands to pull me up, and slides my sundress over my body. He gently picks me up and lays me down on the bed on my back and climbs on top of me, the full weight of his body on me as he slides his cock inside of my now dripping wet tight pussy. I am excited when he tells me I have improved some, but I still need so much work to give him the blow job he so richly desires from me. I feel disappointment again as I still have not improved enough and the sinking realization that I have a long way to go before I can suck his cock exactly as he desires, and the reward of his hot thick cum shooting down my throat. He continues to slide in and out of me with more passion than force now, but he is speaking in a low tone in my ear. He is filling me in on the details of tomorrow. I was getting fucked on camera and there would be other men fucking me. I was to do exactly as I was told, or else. "Or else" was meaningless; I had no choice and I wanted to please him. I try to do better each time I see him, but it is a process. This slower fucking was a small reward for my slight improvement in sucking his cock, but I was not even close to meeting his requirements. He said I would be seen by many and he would control the video. I would be exposed for the world to see as his slave, and to expect to be sore and raw by the time he was finished with the video. I felt fear and arousal at the prospect of proving myself worthy of being his whore, to continue being his whore. The conflicting feelings caused my pussy to reach full ecstasy and I could feel the inside explode into delightful spasms of multiple orgasms. That was my first mistake. Before the throbbing could stop, my master pulled out and jumped off the bed. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into the bathroom. He then shoved me up against the mirror and rammed his cock so hard into my ass I screamed. He growled at me that I did NOT have his permission to cum. What a stupid fucking cunt that I could not control myself and again violate "the rule" - I could not cum until he told me to cum. We had been working at training my body to cum on command but my mind slipped with the fear and arousal of what tomorrow held that my body took over. The pain was excruciating and he brutally pounded my ass harder and harder. He was holding one hip with one hand and controlling my head with his other by grabbing my hair tight in his fist and pulling hard. He loved to grab my hair and pull it back to make me look in the mirror. Slowly the pain dissipated and I began to moan in pleasure. He was not interested in my pleasure. My lesson was brutal for disregarding "the rule" and he ordered me to shut the fuck up so he could cum. He came in my ass, volumes of cum in my ass, spilling onto the floor. My body instinctively cums when he does, but this time I knew better and forced myself not to get lost in the moment. He pulled out and ordered me onto my knees. I instinctively began sucking his cock clean, tasting the juices from my ass and my pussy along with the delicious taste of his cum. He was always in control and even though he came, he was not done with me as his slave. My evening was dedicated to obeying all his commands - speaking only when given permission, and all physical contact was driven by him until he ordered me to get ready for bed. I used the restroom, brushed my teeth and climbed naked into bed. He then pulled me into him and held me for the night, but not without an ominous warning - be prepared for everything and anything tomorrow and to remember I was his whore, no matter what, and there was no backing out. He drifted off to sleep as we laid in bed with our bodies glued together, but my eyes were wide open, wondering what he was going to make me do that would forever be preserved on video and seen by so many. __________________________________________________ I wake to the feel of my master grabbing me harder in embrace. I lay with my back to him and I can feel his hard cock against my backside. He gently pulls me toward him and he kisses my neck and plays with my tits. Then he rolls me onto my back and gently plunges his long thick cock inside my pussy. He would fuck me slowly and softly, then increase the intensity, until he was pounding my pussy hard, and then he would slow down again. He did not have to work today and he did not have to refocus his energy so he allowed himself to fuck me, hard and soft, hard and soft, until both he and I came. Then we laid in each others arms and drifted off to sleep again. He is a good master and he respects that I cannot be a slave when I first wake-up so when he fucks me in the morning I am allowed to cum without his permission. I awoke an hour later and saw my master on the floor, busy on his laptop. I kissed his head and then made myself a cup of coffee. I brushed my teeth and took my coffee and sat outside on the stoop. No matter what, he is a good master and knows what I can and cannot do. I need time in the morning to wake-up so I am healthy the rest of the day. He gives me time, space, and solitude to take my time showering, shaving, putting on make-up, and straightening my hair. When I finish, I lay back down on the bed while he showers. He is very quiet this morning and I know he is working on his plan. When he emerges from the shower and starts to dress he asks if I am ready now to start the day. I tell him my body is good and I am ready for everything. I am pleased that my ass is not sore this morning and is ready again for him to fuck whenever he wanted. I know he did not want me to, but as a good master, he allowed me to practice stretching my ass when I was home using graduated dildos. I only wanted to stretch enough that I could remain tight but have the ability to take his cock multiple times on a trip and still have the pain of the first plunge. While I put on a pair of jeans and a cami, he is busy packing things into a bag, including his laptop. I am not paying attention while I am dressing but he tells me to pack a small bag with the horrible school girl outfit. I grab the other items I brought with me, including pony tails and the tattoo concealer. I notice he has a large duffel bag that is completely stuffed and I begin to wonder what all he has inside. He tells me we need to leave and we exit his apartment. All items carelessly tossed into the back seat of his car. He is silent on the drive and I am mindful that he is in master mode and I am to speak when given permission. We arrive at a motel several miles away from his apartment but much deeper into the city. He instructs me to wait in the car while he checks in. The motel is single-story so he is able to come back and drive and park the car into a space near the room. We grab the bags from the backseat and walk inside the cheap motel room. One bed, one nightstand, and one dresser. He starts removing items from his bag and I notice he has two laptops - his new one and his old one. He fires both of them up and tells me to log into my account on a swinger site and to enter the chat room. Sometimes the obvious escapes me but I notice he is wearing a baseball cap, which he generally loathes, and he still has his sunglasses on. I go into the chat room and see profile names that are familiar. They are surprised to see me as I never go in there and they wanted to know why I came in. I typed in that I think I would be putting on a show. I am told to go into the bathroom and change into the outfit. I dreaded this task but did as I was told. The dark plaid very very mini skirt, the tiny white blouse that ties at the midriff, the white stockings, and the black Mary Jane shoes. I pull out the pony tails and my comb and put my hair into two pony tails high on each side of my head. I put on another layer of mascara and reapply lipstick. He knows I think I am too old for this look. The body works fine for the outfit but I cannot deny my face does not look young, and I think the outfit ages me instead of giving the illusion that I am younger. I know my true age and I believe I look my age, but I have no idea how I am perceived through the eyes of other men. Ironically, I am often oblivious to the men who look and smile at me when I am in public, unless someone else tells me how often I am being "checked-out." I come out of the bathroom and I see he has his cell phone open, condoms and lube on the nightstand, and both laptops activated and the light of the cameras on the laptops are on. He tells me to go back into the chat room but his voice is a whisper. I wonder if the audio is running. There is a knock on the door and I type into the chat room that the show is beginning. They are already making comments about my outfit as I am now on camera in the chat room. I was too nervous to read the comments, only noting the frequent use of my nickname "Irish" and "'Rish". My master opens the door and two men walk in. They look me over and smile as they know I am who they are going to fuck. One comments he is relieved because he never knows what to expect when he responds to a CL ad, particularly one that will be videotaped. The discussion I only half hear is that there would be no facials. I suddenly realize I forgot to put on the tattoo concealer and mention this as I start to head back to the bathroom. My master orders me to only conceal the tattoo on my back, but not any of the others. I am slowly beginning to realize this is not just for broadcast on the swinger site. It is very well known that I have a tattoo on my ass. It is the one people love the most and identifies me as the woman nicknamed Irish and 'Rish. I step into the bathroom and pull off the blouse and reach behind awkwardly to conceal the tattoo on my back. I know he hates it but I think he simply wants the focal point to be on my ass and nowhere else. I am told to get on the bed on my knees. The two men are nice looking with good bodies, reasonably tall as I like men that are tall, and I feel my inner ham starting to emerge. I love being public and I love putting on a show and these two men were definitely fuckable by my standards. I could feel myself getting wet. My master told me to do as they pleased. He was still dressed and concealed but I see he has his cell phone out and pointed toward us. He wants to film, not participate. I ask the men to take their clothes off so I could see what surprises they had in their pants. I know I am on audio so I speak a little more loudly but sultry as well. The men come over to me and they are aware of the laptops and attempt not to obscure the view. My master has the camera ready but he is also aware that he is staying out of the view of the laptops. I could not understand why both laptops were on and assumed maybe he had reactivated his account and had logged into the chat room. I could not be more wrong. The two men are both fit and in their thirties, or so I guessed. The blonde man starts kissing me and the man with the black hair is snuggled up on my side and grabbing my tits and playing with my pussy. I can see my master in the corner out of view of the laptops filming. I realize at my angle no one can see the men's faces from the way the laptops are positioned. I got on my hands and knees and start sucking the blonde man's cock. I am sideways on the bed so the side of my ass with the tattoo is facing the laptops. He stands at the side of the bed as I start sucking and slurping and sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. I hear my master tell the guy to "fuck Giada's face." I started to get alarmed but then realized many know my first name. I am not completely sure if the audio is on so either way, I relax and focus on the cock. I feel the other man getting on the bed, on his knees behind me, and I hear a package open and realize he is putting on a condom. He plunges into my sopping wet pussy, my skirt pulled up so my ass is visible and he begins to slowly push in and out of my pussy with his hands gently resting on my hip. My master is telling the guy to fuck me harder and to "pound Giada's pussy hard" and "she loves it hard and fast". His voice, hearing my name, getting both my pussy and my face fucked, making me more and more wet. Plus knowing I was on cam in the chat room and my master was filming from a distance. He would know how to get the angles that the laptops could not see from the corner of the room where he was standing. He stayed dressed so I know he was only taking video and not playing. I wanted his cock in my ass but knew he would save that for when he deemed me worthy of his cock. I heard the guy whose cock I was sucking saying he wanted a turn pounding my pussy so he could cum. They switched places and one condom came off and another went on. They were both pounding me so hard and though I was gagging and could feel tears running down my face, I was still able to moan loudly as I started to cum multiple times, over and over, throbbing harder and harder. The louder I moaned and the more I came caused the men to intensify and before I knew it the guy I was sucking off exploded into my mouth and so much cum came out it was leaking down my chin. I heard the other guy yell out, "Oh fuck, Giada!" and he pounded so fast and came so hard it made me cum again. The men pulled away and each walked around me to get their clothes and hit the bathroom to clean up. I was laying on my left side with my hands stretched out, fingers and toes numb from the pleasure. The men quietly left, thanking my master but not saying a word to me. My master told me to go into the chat room and type that I hoped they enjoyed the show, then to log off. The other laptop was still up and my master told me to look into the computer and smile. He said loudly, "Hope you enjoyed the preview. The real show starts in two hours." The real show? What did he mean? He went over to the second laptop and clicked and then shut the lid. I asked him if he was also logged into the chat room. That is when he said, "No, that laptop was for the live sex cam on Xhamster. They know your tat and your name." __________________________________________________ I ran into the bathroom and shut the door, feeling panic rising up and trying to stay quiet. He knew about the promise I had made, but he said my name! I trusted him to protect me and he betrayed me! Yet I was powerless and now knowing my identity was revealed, I still could not find a word as we had no safe word, to tell him that I had to stop. I was only his part time slave and I had other people to consider. Yet, I was consumed with wanting to please him, prove to him my worth as his whore and his slave, and this too was my fantasy. I started to feel a sense of liberation along with humiliation. He wanted to indulge our fantasy but to make me prove my worth. He always has a reason for the things he makes me do and the lessons that he teaches me. I have always trusted him and I had to find it within myself to trust him again. I came out from the bathroom and he was laying on the bed without the baseball cap and the sunglasses. I could see his hard cock through his beige shorts and saw he was watching the video on his cell phone. He told me that the show I put on was nice and to lay down next to him and rest. The next round would not be on the swinger site. He said in an ominous voice that this show was tame for the swinger crowd. He had logged me out of the swinger site and had closed the old laptop. The other laptop was still up but the light for the video was off so I knew we could speak and act freely - no one could see us. Amateur Porn with my Master He could feel the fear from my body and commented that he loved when his slave was afraid and not knowing what was coming next. I spoke in a weak voice of how I wanted to please him, be his true whore, the best slave I could be but there was that promise I had made to my... I had to stop there and my master said he knew of my promise but I was my fear based on this promise or was I questioning his judgment? I felt horrible inside as I knew even in silence he could read me and my thoughts. I told him that I understand he has a reason for everything he does and that I did for a moment question his judgment but I was willing to do whatever he told me to because there was a reason and a lesson. He told me the next show would be the test but if I questioned him I could get dressed and leave and find my way back to the airport and go home. I shuddered at the thought - I did not want to leave him - I wanted to please him. Pleasing my master was the ultimate in satisfaction and my dedication, love, loyalty, and submission was pure and true. I could not disappoint him and I was determined to go forward. He always has a reason and it will be clear in the end. The mixture of fear and arousal from fear were overwhelming me and my body. My pussy was drenched and he was smiling slightly as he could tell I wanted his cock so badly, and I could see in his slight smile and the look in his eyes that he was relishing this, but he was not going to let me have his cock until he was ready. It was time to just find a way to rest because I now know the next show will not be seen on the swinger site so how hard, rough, painful and brutal was only known by my master. I nodded off to sleep as my brain was too overwhelmed and needed rest. __________________________________________________ My master woke me up and said I had an hour to get ready. My mind needed the time to get ready. My body was tense and I was forcing myself not to cave in to fear. I could do this and I would do this - the mind made the decision that no matter what happened, I would not stop. I was not going home early and possibly never to return if I failed this test and failed my master. I got off the bed and went back into the bathroom and dressed in the dreaded school girl outfit again, fixed my make-up, and put my hair back into two pony tails. I wondered if he was mean enough to call this "granny cam." He does have a devious side to his sense of humor. The thought then made me smile and relax, but it was only momentary as the sudden knock on the door made me jump. I stayed in the bathroom and waited until I was told to come out. I could hear them talking but fear had crept in so I could not make out the words they were saying. My cue came when my master said, "My personal slave, Giada, is coming out now. She is going to demonstrate for you how a good slave performs for her master." I made the mental plunge into the deep end of the proverbial pool and walked into the bedroom with a smile and with confidence. I could do this! I was greeted by the same two men who had fucked me earlier that day. I felt a sense of relief as he could have chosen any guy - too young, old, fat, or skinny and I would have had to fuck them. He chose who fucked me body, not me. "Giada, get on the bed and assume the position." I instinctively got on the bed and onto my knees with my hands placed behind my head - the position of submission and now the starting point. Once I assumed the position I could allow my body to take over and let my mind drift away. He had trained me well to let go and respond to commands. All slaves know that the ultimate pleasure, even if physically painful or humiliating, is to completely let go of control. This is a feeling that cannot be captured by any drug or alcohol - it was the ultimate natural high. The men took off their clothes and positioned themselves on each side of my body. My master had the baseball cap and sunglasses on as he stood in the corner holding the camera. He looked so hot in those beige shorts and the snug charcoal gray t-shirt. The men took turns kissing me, caressing my body as I stayed upright on my knees. I could feel my mind drifting while my body was responding to the pleasurable sensations. My master then told them to start fucking me. Suddenly, one man grabbed my neck and forced me onto my hands and knees. He grabbed my pony tails and shoved his long cock into my face. I opened my mouth and started taking his cock in but he was not gentle. He was pulling hard on my pony tails, using them as leverage as he was brutally fucking my face. My master was telling him to "fuck Giada's face harder, she likes gagging." He was showing no mercy and I could hardly breathe as the gagging and the instinctive tears caused my nose to plug up. I heard a package ripping and I felt the other hard cock plunge into my pussy. I was so wet that his cock slid right in. He grabbed my hips and was digging his fingernails into me. I knew he was scratching and bruising me. The force of his fucking me and gripping so hard was so I did not lose balance or hurt the guy fucking my face. I could hardly breathe but the sensations of having my pussy and face pounded and fucked at full force caused me to moan as the pain caused pleasure as well. The force and intensity from all the sensations caused me to cum, and I kept cuming with each pound and thrust. I did not have to hold my body back, I simply let loose. All concept of time was lost as I felt nothing but pain and pleasure. My mouth was getting sore and my hips were hurting but I did not want this to stop. The high and need to please was too intense to stop and, despite my fears that my hips would give out or my mouth would lock up. Finally, my master told me to assume the position, saying my real name out loud again. The men pulled out and we all looked at him. He nodded his head and the men apparently knew what was next. The one who was pounding my pussy laid down on the bed, cock still hard as a rock inside the condom. He said, "Get on me and ride my cock, you fucking cunt!" I immediately straddled him and slid his cock back into my pussy. This time we were in reverse direction so my tattoo was not visible. Then I heard a package rip and I realized the other guy was putting on a condom. My mind came back momentarily and I said, "Sir, only my master is allowed to fuck my ass." I caught a glimpse of him and he smiled as I had answered correctly and he was pleased. The guy rolled the condom on his cock and grabbed the back of my neck and slammed my body down on top of the man I was riding. "Shut up, you fucking idiot. I'm not going to fuck your ass, I'm going to fuck your cunt." I had never had my pussy fucked by two cocks at the same time but had always wanted to try it. He grabbed extra lube and slowly worked his cock into my pussy. The man on the bottom held me against him and was motionless while the other cock was pushed into my pussy. I was feeling pain from the stretching but overwhelmed with pleasure and the novelty of doing something I had never tried before. Once he was in he let go of my neck and grabbed my hips as the two men worked in tandem. I looked to my left and could see my master filming from behind to get close-up shots of the two cocks tightly jammed into my pussy. Both men were grinding into me and I was feeling pain, pleasure, and completely lost in the moment. I had no idea how much time had passed and no longer cared that I was being broadcast live on a sex cam. The man standing behind me started to gain speed and then he yelled out as he plunged in as deep as he could and he came. My body is so trained that I always begin to cum over and over when another man cums, unless it is my master. He slowly pulled out and I began to grind harder on the cock still in my throbbing pussy. I could hear the other guy and my master talking but I was in pure bliss. Then suddenly and without warning, my master plunged his bare thick cock deep into my ass! He had lube on but it was always the first plunge that was excruciating. Thankfully he caught me so off guard that I could only gasp, instead of letting out a scream. No matter how much it hurt, I would not scream and I would not make him stop. For the first time, I had a cock in my pussy and my master's cock in my ass. They worked in tandem and as I was grinding on one cock, my master was pounding mercilessly on my ass as hard and fast as he could. He kept one hand on my hips and used his other to grab my right pony tail, forcing my face to turn to the left and face the computer! My face was fully visible to everyone and I could see the man who came using the camera to film us. My master kept his sunglasses, hat, and shirt on and only took off his shorts so his identity would not be revealed, and he was careful in making sure only his left leg was visible. I saw him walk behind us so he could get close up shots of my pussy being fucked by one cock while my ass was being raped by another. The pleasure and the pain were overwhelming me and suddenly I felt the man tense up, yell out, and cum. I did not allow myself to cum because my master was fucking my ass and did not give me permission. I was doing everything right but I still had to hold-out and fight the pain. The man carefully slid out from under me and my master grabbed both my pony tails to force me up on my knees without him pulling out. He was fucking my ass so hard as he stood behind me, grabbing one tit with his right hand and squeezing, pinching, and twisting my left nipple. He had his left arm wrapped around my small waist to hold me in place while he shoved his thick hard cock upward further into my ass. He never stopped pounding and I could feel pleasure but mostly I felt pain. I was determined not to cave, and he was determined I had gone too far to quit. He moved his right hand off of my tit and grabbed my neck and began choking me. I could feel myself on the edge of blacking out and at that very moment he told me to cum, and he let out a yell as he came hard in my ass, releasing a huge load that immediately started to leak out. Just as he pulled out my body began to cum as I felt myself black out and I hit the bed. I was out only for a few seconds and my pussy was still throbbing as I was gasping for air. My master said, "This is how you fuck a slave, right Giada?" I turned my head to face the camera and gave a genuine smile and a thumbs up. My master said, "If you want a piece of my slave, send a request through my account. If you are in the area I might let you fuck her. The video of today's show will be uploaded tonight for an encore presentation." The words went out to all who watched and were slowly sinking in as I lay naked on the bed, pussy still throbbing. My master logged off the computer and shut it down. The two men dressed and he thanked them for helping fulfill our fantasy. Now I knew he had recorded everything with the intent to upload the video onto the site, officially turning me into a porn actress, so to speak. The odds of my being seen or recognized were now exponentially higher. He also left the option for viewers to request his permission to fuck me. Who knew what kind of men were going to write in and request permission to fuck me, and who would he choose? All of these thoughts were swirling through my mind as I also realized it was a fantasy that had just become a reality. Despite all the terror of recognition and the physical pain, this was one of the greatest fuck sessions of my life! I wanted to just lie on the bed and think and feel, but I reluctantly got up and put my regular clothes on, too overwhelmed to speak. __________________________________________________ We packed everything and double checked to make sure that nothing important was left behind. We loaded up his car and he actually opened my door for me. This was new and surprising and I smiled and said, "Thank you" as I got in the car. Once he started the car he turned the channel to a station he knew I liked. I smiled knowingly that despite the physical pain, the fear, the terror, the promise, my identity no longer a secret, these two small details were significant gestures and the greatest rewards. My master then surprised me and pulled into the parking lot of my favorite coffee shop, but he did not turn off the engine. There was one last test, the biggest test of loyalty, love, and complete and unconditional submission to my master. He said what I already knew - the odds were very slim that anyone I knew was watching the live sex show. The site offers so many categories and choices to view porn or live porn at any given time. His saying my name, my face and tattoo visible to the viewers, and most likely no one I knew would have seen the performance despite how much of the real me was revealed. He said he was proud to show me off as his slave to a live audience but I had to admit to him and to myself what I really am to pass the final test. He pointed out that he still possessed the recordings from his cell phone and his camera. He fully intended to edit them later and put together one single video that he could submit. My image and identity forever preserved on video online for thousands to see and jack off to the images, and to request my services. There was a promise made, but then there was my promise to him. He then said, "I am going to give you a choice. I will always possess the tape, but you decide if I put it on the internet or not." I sat in stunned silence as this was not a simple question, as it was part of a test, but it was a choice. It was at that moment I realized the answer for me was clear and simple. I turned and looked directly into his eyes and I took his hands into mine and said, "I am a worthless pathetic cunt. I am a true whore. I can be strong and I can be weak. In my weakness I find strength. You tear me down to build me up. I am always and forever your slave. I want the video on the internet because I want the world to know who I really am as I admit it to you. This forever seals my soul to you and I will forever be your obedient slave. This is the promise that I made long ago that is bigger than me. I will never question you, I will always work harder to please you as that is the ultimate reward to me - to be owned by you." Though he gave me a choice and I gave him an answer, there was never really a choice and there was no no longer any doubt - I was his slave and I would forever aim to please. Always.