10 comments/ 34736 views/ 15 favorites My Perfect Submission By: Ownedslut This story is very different from my first couple of fantasy contributions. This is much more personal to me as it is a detailed account of actual time I have spent serving my Master. As with all of my writings, I know they are not for everyone, but I please ask that you respect the intimate nature of this story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did reliving it while composing. Anticipation. Anticipation is everything at the moment. Sometimes it is my best friend, sometimes it is my worst enemy, but with over a thousand miles separating me from my Master it is part of my life when I am getting ready to see Him. As much as it gives me a feeling of absolute delight, it also stresses me out. Everything has to go perfectly when I see Him, at least in my own head it does. He knows I am not perfect, but as His slave, I always feel I have to be. Did I prep my body to His liking? Did I pack all the right toys? Will our flights arrive as scheduled? Did I get all my tasks done? It is a feeling of being totally focused all while being totally distracted at the same time. Even as the years go by, I feel like a nervous schoolgirl when getting ready to be at His feet. I know everything that is expected of me like the back of my hand. Each time, the rules for getting ready change ever so slightly, but they never stray very far. The buildup can take weeks and this time was no different. Master had a business meeting coming up in San Francisco. It was the perfect opportunity to be at His feet for a few days and be the fuckpig I was born to be. Plans were made, flights were booked and my anticipation began. Two and a half weeks to stew in my own juices while I waited to be at His feet. Two and a half extremely long weeks. The days seemed to creep by. Master always keeps me busy with tasks and rules to remember, constantly changing, to keep me on my toes. But still the days lagged on. My anticipation and need to be used grew and grew with every minute. At first I was allowed to continue playing with my toys. Two sets of ben wa balls, one filling my cunt and one set in my ass at all times. Work, home, running errands, no matter the place, I could feel those small toys working me ever so slightly from the inside out. Making my cunt drip with my own wetness. Master even had me sleep with a fisting dildo stretching my cunt from the inside out one night, a blessing at first but by morning it was pure torture. I knew the day was coming when Master told me no more toys though. No toys, no touching myself sexually and most importantly no cumming. His holes, because ultimately that's what they are, were only going to be filled by Him and He wanted them tight and needy. Wet and ready. Desperate for His cock even more so than they always are. Pent up can barely describe the state I went into at that point. A complete bitch in heat, needing to be abused and used as hard as humanly possible. Craving nothing but His leather, cock, cum and piss. Keeping a straight thought that didn't involve Him was next to impossible. Anticipation was at a fever pitch. My need to submit to Him was almost unbearable. But I had to keep it together. I had a trip I had to focus on. Before I knew it, the day before flying to San Fran was upon me. Everything had to be prepped, packed and ready to go for 5:30 am the next day. Every toy was washed and laid out in front of me. Dildos, clamps, crop, rope, lube, masks, ball gag and a whole array of other goodies. Most importantly, His leather belt. He gave it to me years ago and I sleep with it every night, either on my bedside table or tucked under my pillow like some kind of painslut teddy bear. The amount of cum, sweat and tears that have been worked into that single piece of glorious leather make me proud and it serves as a constant reminder of His dominance over me. Packing up all the toys was hard. Every single one made my cunt throb just looking at it. I hadn't cum in a long time, my holes were aching to be touched, filled, fucked but I knew in one more sleep and one long plane ride, I would be at His feet. I still had errands to run. My mind felt like it was going through a million thoughts a second. And that is when I made my first mistake. I was so busy getting ready; I forgot to email Master when I woke up in the morning. There is nothing like a stern reprimand from the man you know can inflict a world of pain on you to get you refocused. Lapses in communication result in punishment. It was a hard pill for me to swallow. I was scurrying around like a depraved little mouse and here I forgot the most important thing. Communication. The reminder was all I needed to straighten my slutty mind right out. Keep your eye on the prize fuckpig. It was all I had to remember from that point on until I arrived at my destination. I finished running all my errands in the afternoon. Minnesota is a cruel mistress in the wintertime, especially when wearing a miniskirt outdoors going from shop to shop. My cunt was more than happy to be relieved of the freezing temperatures when I finally got home. Everything was packed, email sent to Master. Now my real preparations could begin. Getting my body ready to be used. Make my body whisper smooth for Him to enjoy. Enemas so I am porn star clean. Lotion so my skin is soft and supple for His leather to abuse. Hydrate myself with lots of water. My body is nothing but His playground; I have to make sure it is ready in every way. I won't lie. After going for days and days without anything filling my ass, an enema brought a smile to my face. They are not my favorite thing in the world. They can be awkward, they can be painful but when all you want, all you NEED, is to have something in your ass, they can be oh so relaxing and dare I say pleasant. Down on all fours, ass in the air in a warm tub of water, feeling the warm water flow down the tube from the bag dangling above my head and into my waiting ass. It starts out easy enough, but as the bag grows more empty and my ass feels more and more full, then the challenge begins. My cunt drools it's depraved, slutty juices down my thighs as I struggle under the growing strain all the water puts on my ass. All I can do is keep bent over as I pull the tube out slowly and stay still while the water does its job until I know it is time to unfill my ass of all the water. Three times I did this dance. Bent over, ass filled with water, emptied. It is like a depraved rinse, wash, and repeat cycle. As much as I relished having my ass filled with something, anything, I was relieved when I was all done for the evening. I looked in the mirror; I could see the weight of anticipation starting to lift off of me. The stress of getting ready was almost done. All of my wants, my needs, my desires. Everything I was born for waited for me one more sleep away. I settled in for the night watching videos of Master using me in the past, going through picture after picture of the use and abuse I live for at His feet. Remembering the taste of the sweat on His skin, His almost sweet cum, His salty piss, remembering everything. The smell of His cologne which just sharpens my senses in on Him even more. The sting of His leather, the steadiness of His voice. I could feel my submissive nature taking over but before I could really let it overwhelm me, I had to get my ass to San Fran. A hot bath lulled me to sleep. My sheets felt like hands all over my sensitive body which was begging to be touched and before I knew it my alarm was waking me at 4:30 am telling me it was time to start my journey. Everything I needed was packed. My mental checklist was completed. I had a quick shower and did my hair and makeup without a single thought in my head. I was nervous and in auto pilot at this point. Horny beyond belief and so excited to see my Master but still knew I had a long day ahead of me before I could relax. I got dressed in a shorter skirt, thigh high stockings, tight fitting shirt and nothing more. I grew accustomed to going without panties and a bra long ago. They only get in the way anyways and I love the feeling of cool air against my clean shaved, dripping wet cunt. I called a cab and pulled on a set of black high heels. Slutty beauty over comfort, even when just going through the airport. The airport was a breeze to get through. I always pout a little when security doesn't send me through the full body scanner. Or send me for a proper pat down and cavity search. Always wonder what the security person working the scanner thinks when they see my pierced nipples and clit pop up on their screen. Do I make them hard in the back room? Sadly this time I just had to walk through the metal detector and be on my way to the gate. My flight was on time and before I knew it I was cruising high over the country, fidgeting in my seat from my need to be filled. The only thoughts in my slutty head were of my Master's cock. I landed in San Fran without a hitch. My bag full of toys was waiting for me on the baggage carousel. Now I just had to wait for Master. His flight was only a few short hours behind mine, so I grabbed a secluded corner in the airport to read some dirty stories and stew in my own juices some more. My phone beeped at me, a message from Master lit up my eyes. "Just got on the plane. Sipping a juice so that I can hopefully piss on the drive to the hotel My urinal. See u soon pig." I could have creamed right there in my seat. I love swallowing down His piss and the idea of doing so before even arriving at the hotel room made my head swim with depravity. My mouth was watering just thinking about it. But I still had to wait. He dangled a treat in front of me knowing that I wouldn't be able to clear it from my slutty mind. Knowing it would make my pussy drip down my legs. Time can go by so slowly when I cannot entertain my fuckholes. My cunt was throbbing enough I could literally count the seconds on the clock ticking by. Finally His flight arrived. He texted me saying He was just grabbing the rental car and He would pick me up right out front of arrivals shortly. My heart jumped and my cunt flooded with juices. FINALLY, the weeks of anticipation were over. I adjusted my hair, straightened my skirt and collected all of my things just in time to get the text "Now cunt." I could have tripped over my own feet trying to get out front as quickly as possible. Just as I walked out, He pulled up. I can't remember if I let out a sigh of relief or took in a big breath of nervous air seeing Him. I put my things in the back seat and slid into the front right beside Him. The second I sat down, the entire weight of all that anticipation was lifted off of me. I could finally be my submissive self; I could focus completely on being the fuckpig I was born to be without any other thought in my mind. Instinctively I slid up my skirt revealing my bald, wet cunt and my shirt right after letting my tits be completely exposed as we pulled away from the airport arrivals area. I had absolutely no worries about someone seeing my body through the windows of the car, the more people who saw flashes of my lily white tits the better in my mind. I was blessed with a nice rack, one that would be a shame not to share with others. Master and I exchanged our usual 'how was your flight' banter and hellos as normally as if I were sitting there completely clothed. I was distracted though. All I could think about was the big, thick cock I knew was just one unzipped fly away from me. It was all I had thought about for weeks on end. The taste of it, the size of it filling my mouth, how I struggle to take it all down my throat. My mind was completely zeroed in on it and as much as I tried to attempt a friendly conversation with the man I had missed so much, my submissive fuckpig self was taking over and all I wanted was His cock in my mouth. As if He read my mind, He reached to His pants and unzipped His fly. I instantly dialed in as I watched Him pull out the cock that I live to worship. "Get to it pig." It was like music to my slutty ears. I leaned down and sunk my mouth down on His cock without hesitation or having to be told twice. Finally! What I truly needed; His proper thick cock in my mouth. But rather than start bobbing my head up and down, sucking Him like I needed to, He told me just to keep still. Master had been sipping juice on the plane for a reason; to fill His urinal full of His hot piss on the drive to the hotel. His urinal naturally is me. I swallow everything Master feeds me like the delicious gift it is. So I remained very still, drooling on His cock, fighting the urge to start sucking Him off. I could taste the sweat on His skin, salty sweet, and it only made me drool down on His cock more and more. I wanted so badly to taste His salty cocktail filling my mouth for me to swallow down so I could get started on some proper cock worship bent over in the car. But as it turns out, Master's cock missed me just as much as I missed it and He was rock hard without me even trying. He knew there was no way He was pissing in His dirty little urinal with a hard cock while driving. "Seems like My cock knows exactly what it wants when it gets near your mouth pig," He said almost laughing. "Suck pig." The words I really wanted to hear at that point. Instantly I started sucking His cock exactly how I needed to. Slowly, deep, savoring the taste of His skin and drops of precum. I couldn't help but moan on His cock while my head was totally swimming in the act. I completely forgot I was bent over in his lap while driving through traffic, all that mattered was His cock. I shifted my body so my ass was in the air a little bit. I was exposed to everyone driving by, while my cunt started flooding with my slutty juices. My hope was that Master would touch my holes. That I could finally feel even a finger in my cunt after so many days of being devoid of any touch and completely empty. What I got pushed me even further into my pent up state. I felt Master's hand come down on my ass in a nice loud slap. "I am going to hurt you pig," He said knowing I needed His dominance and pain just as much as I needed His cock. I could hear a slight smile in His tone. I could hear His need for my submission, to see me suffering at His feet. I couldn't help but moan even more as I kept on working my head up and down on His cock just knowing He was enjoying Himself and His own anticipation. Slap. Slap. Slap. Every single one made me sink into my submissive nature even more. Every one made me want Him to hurt me even more. He would switch between grabbing on my nipples, pulling them hard and making me feel the pain flow through my tits to spanking my ass as I strained to present it to Him even more in the difficult position I was in. I could feel my skin radiating heat as He turned it pink with each blow. I completely forgot where I was, that there could be people in passing vehicles watching. I didn't care, my senses were overwhelming everything else. I was His pig, worshiping His cock, relishing His pain without any other care in the world. Every so often Master would get me to sit up properly when traffic got too heavy and He was trying to figure out where He had to go to get to the hotel or emergency vehicles were going by. Every time I sat up I had the biggest grin on my face but wanted to dive right back into His lap. I don't even know if He really needed me to sit up or if He was just doing it to engulf me in my own lust even more. My hand working away at my clit, rubbing it without even noticing it while I sat patiently must have been quite the indicator of what I needed to Him. Finally I had to sit up for the rest of the drive as we were just about at our destination. The hotel was just outside of San Francisco, to the south in an area that felt more rural than metro, right on the ocean. For a Minnesota girl I was over the moon just to be by the ocean, let alone in such a serene place with my Master. I adjusted my clothes and waited in the car while He went inside to check in and get our room keys. It was a moment for me to catch my breath, to take in the fact that I was again with my Master. He returned to the car in just a few minutes and we went ahead into the underground parking. We unloaded our bags and were in the elevator headed up to the room when I realized how thirsty I was. Master didn't piss down my throat on the drive and it was all I wanted at that moment to get rid of my dry mouth. I knew I would get fed His golden piss sooner than later, I didn't realize just how soon it would be. Up in the suite He booked us, the view was gorgeous. There was lots of room for Master to use me, a balcony and a huge jetted tub in the bedroom. I kicked off my shoes and neatly took my clothes off the second we got in the door and I put my bags down. I never wear clothes when with my Master unless they are absolutely needed. I threw my hair up into a pony tail so it was out of the way and got down on my hands and knees as expected. Master had me by the hair before I even had a chance to get comfortable on all fours and used it like a leash, pulling me as I crawled at His feet through the bedroom up to the tub. "Get in pig. Thirsty?" With those words I knew I was finally going to get the drink I needed so badly as I carefully got into the tub and down on my knees. Master got in as well, standing right in front of me lining His cock up with my waiting mouth. My mouth was open and waiting like a urinal in a men's room, mind you a very sexy urinal with tits, but a urinal none the less. Master trained me a long time ago to take down His golden piss like the gift it is. He started with showering me in it, marking me as His property like a dog does to a tree. When I first submitted Him, watersports were a limit to me but something to push me with to Him. But the very first time Master's piss hit my skin, I knew I was in love with being His depraved pig. That in turn graduated into Him pissing all over my face, letting me get a taste of it, filling my senses completely with the smell and flavor, and over time it turned into me drinking every drop of Him down. I grew from fearing a simple golden shower to craving His salty cocktail all the time. And then there it was. The first drops fell on my tongue completely awakening a whole new level of submissiveness inside of me. The taste was strong, salty and bitter, normally things I prefer to keep away from my delicate senses, but when it is His piss, it is completely different. It is like nectar I can't get enough of. Slowly Master filled up my mouth until it was brimming with His piss. He stopped, allowing me to swallow the mouthful, savor the taste and open up again for the next mouthful. I am always in awe of how patient He is with me. Cutting off His own stream mid piss just to let me swallow so I do not spill any of it. He told me someday I will be able to drink continuously, for now I am very thankful He lets me go at the pace I need to in order to get all of Him down. It must have been quite the sight to see. Sun shining through the window down onto the tub, gorgeous ocean view and my pale skin illuminated. Completely submissive while I knelt there swallowing mouthful after mouthful of hot, salty piss from a huge cock dangling over my open waiting mouth. Every ounce went down like aged wine, flowing down my throat, filling my belly, making my cunt drip with depravity. My breath was changing; I could feel moans forming in my throat as I relished being His urinal. The air was filled not just with the smell of His piss but with the scent of my own lustful cunt as I started to drip more and more. I could have came if it went on any longer. But Master saw I had enough to drink, my last mouthful was hard for me to swallow and I struggled not to gag, the taste finally becoming a little much and I could feel drops of piss raining down my chin and onto my tits. My Perfect Submission My relishing in His piss was not done just quite yet though. Master knew I would have had to piss after being in the airport, the drive to the hotel and swallowing down my depraved cocktail. He told me to get on my back in the tub, ass in the air in a position I had become all too familiar with in the weeks before making the trip to San Fran. See Master had to teach me a lesson a few weeks ago, He had given me the task of having to shower in my own piss first thing in the morning, all on camera and telling Him why I was giving myself a golden shower, why I needed it. I had to do it morning after morning until He saw on camera that I was performing to His very high standards. The ultimate position I came to understand was laying on my back, the propping my hips on my hands and doing almost a teddy bear stand. It wasn't the most flattering or comfortable thing but that wasn't the point. It was supposed to humiliating to be pissing on myself like that, yet it made my cunt throb and body crave degradation even more. So when Master told me to lie on my back, ass in the air, I knew exactly what He meant. There I was with my ass and cunt on total display, my face still easily seen between my parted knees as I balanced there. "Then piss if you have to pig." He said as He stood over me watching me. I instantly tried even as I could feel my face turn a light shade of pink in embarrassment, but my body just could not go with Him watching over me. He had never watched me outside of a video piss. It was such a submissive thing for me to try to let go of one of my privacies like that. I don't know what felt more humiliating, the idea of pissing in front of Him, or the fact that I couldn't do it. As I strained I felt Master's piss start to rain down on my ass and cunt, I hadn't completely drank all of Him down and to my delight He still had more to hose me down in. My cunt started to flood with my slutty juices along with His piss, the hope I would be able to piss on myself vanished and my need to cum started to rise up just by feeling His piss fall on me. The thick smell of His piss started to fill the air once again, adding to the depravity of it all, distracting me from the task of trying to go myself. He switched between my fuckholes and my face until the very last drops fell. I got off of my back and back into my knees as He walked away and started to get dressed. An hour and a half is what He gave me for time to get ready. Enema, washed up, toys set up and be waiting where He expected when He got back. The time was more than generous, exactly what I needed. "And you won't be pissing without me here pig." I knew there would be a catch and I knew for certain that I would have to piss while doing my enemas in preparation. I stopped breathing for a second in panic and I begged Him to let me try again before He left to run errands while I got ready. Thankfully He let me assume the position one more time to let me try to piss on myself like the depraved urinal slut I am. This time went much better as I could feel a small stream on my own piss trickle down my tummy and onto my tits. I was relieved as I felt the warmth of my own depraved shower flow down my body and onto my tits. It wasn't much but it was enough for Master to allow me to proceed as normal. Once the door shut behind Him on His way out, I opened my luggage and quickly started grabbing all the toys I brought and laid them out for His access in the main room. Everything in a neat row, each one made my mind race as I put it down. What will He use? How will He hurt me? Maybe everything or nothing at all? My mind raced, egged on by my fuckholes and their desire to be filled to the brim. Laying out His leather belt and crop made a grin spread across my face knowing my body would be red and sore by the end of the night. I grabbed the enema bag once everything was unpacked and headed to the bathroom to get to work filling my ass and making sure I was porn star clean for Him. Three rounds of my depraved rinse, wash, and repeat cycle and I was more than ready for Master's cock. I tried to relax and enjoy the warm water filling me up as I stared at the gorgeous view beyond the window, but all I wanted was Him filling me. My lust for Him, His cock, His dominance, it was all I could focus on as it completely took over. I washed up, fixed my makeup, pulled my hair into a ponytail and double checked everything before assuming the position. Facing the entrance I got down on all fours, just as I always have when greeting Master. Legs spread shoulder width apart, ass raised up in the air fully presented, forehead against the floor with my hands flat to the sides of my head. Calm breathing, focusing on my own submissive nature and what I was there for. To be used like the dirty little fuckpig I was born to be and serving my Master exactly how I was born to. I could wait for hours on all fours for Him. Face to the ground there is nothing to distract me from my thoughts. Nothing to catch my eye, nothing to draw my thoughts away from Him. The longer the wait, the longer my imagination has to try to see into the future. How will I suffer so sweetly? How will I be used? But it doesn't take much to snap my train of imagination, all it takes is the sound of the door to the suite opening. Master was back. What felt like a very long time waiting for Him was only 10 minutes maybe at the most. He didn't say anything as He walked into the room; He just grabbed my pony tail and used it as a leash to walk me on all fours into the living room to where He wanted me. He let go of my hair and then went about doing what He needed to until He was ready to tend to me, His slave in waiting. There I waited yet again, forehead to the ground, ass perched in the air on full display. I strained my ears to try to hear what He was doing, to try to tell where He was in the room. Sometimes Master uses ear plugs on me, He almost always puts a tight fitting hood over my head with nothing but a mouth hole so His cock still has full access to my warm, wet mouth. All my senses taken away except for touch, taste and smell. This time was different though. No ear plugs, no hood and all my senses were straining for Him. I craved to hear His low and domineering voice, to see Him, to taste His skin, to smell His cologne and to feel His leather and touch. I craved to be completely consumed by Him. My head was swimming in my own needs and desires waiting for Him. I heard Him switch on the television and find the football game; it was a Sunday after all. Then He had me by the hair leash again as He repositioned me squarely in front of Him before He settled into a spot on the couch. He started to speak and from that point on I was completed dialed in. My brain which seemed to have been doing nothing but thinking, stressing, imagining for the past few weeks, turned off completely. There was only His voice. My submissive instincts took over and I could finally just be completely in the moment with my Master, exactly what I was born for. "Why are you here pig?" The question always makes me smile on the inside, the answer is always the same. I am there to be His fuckpig. To serve His every depraved desire. A set of holes to be used as hard as possible. It is the question that almost always signals the start of a hard session at His feet. I could hear a sense of calm in His voice, a pleasure, while He explained that He had a few days to draw out my use, that there would be no rushing, which has almost always been the case in the past. I could almost hear a smile in His voice, which did catch me delightfully off guard as our sessions of the past always started with such a serious tone. Master had a football game to enjoy still though, He was going to properly relax and with that He told me to get to work worshiping His cock. I have to say I was a little caught off guard. Master had always made me suffer through harsh belt whippings, made me whimper and endure proper pain before I was allowed anywhere near His thick, hard cock. This time really was different and I did not have to be told twice. Every single thought left my head, my entire world became only what was in front of me. I reintroduced my mouth with the cock it had been missing thoroughly. Every last inch of His cock demanded my attention. I could already smell my own arousal as I breathed deeply through my nose while licking up and down Master's shaft, crossing my tongue across the head to get a selfish taste of His sweet precum before lowering my head down on His thickness. It was like I was drunk on the moment and I could not get enough. All it took was Master to shift His weight and I would know to switch my focus to rimming His asshole, ram my tongue deep where it belongs. I could taste the sweat of His ass while I licked away, breathing Him in deeply while I struggled to get more and more of my tongue rammed into His asshole before moving on to fill my mouth with His balls. Worshipping His cock, balls and ass was heaven for me; I was getting exactly what I wanted, what I needed. Piggish greed filled my fuckholes, I wanted more and more the longer I was on my knees at His feet. Without warning Master stood up and walked away for a second to grab something. I was too delirious on cocksucking to even pay attention to what He grabbed and I didn't care, I just wanted His cock back in my mouth. He did not make my cock hunger wait very long before I was back on all fours, worshiping His cock again while He got back to the game. I really should have paid attention to what He had grabbed though. Without warning a sharp sting landed on my ass cheek. Bent over the way I was not only let me lick, suck and gag perfectly on His cock, it also made my ass the perfect target for His riding crop. It was a sharp pain, followed by a delightful heat as I could feel the welts forming. Each blow was like a release trigger for me. It hurt but in the best way possible and made my emotions swell for my Master. Pain is an amazing thing at His feet, it focuses me completely on the moment but makes me want to moan, scream and cry all at the same time. It made me want Him even further down my throat while I half moaned and yelped. It made me stick my ass even further up and out, hoping to give Him even more landing space for His crop. Quickly they started to come. Never with rhyme or reason, never at a tempo I could anticipate. Slap. Slap. Slap. I could feel the heat start building not just from the crop marks, but between my legs as well. I could feel the blood rushing to my juicy cunt. The pain grew with every fresh lash from Master's leather. I could feel my yelps grow louder with each new sting, but with them so did my moans. Every sting felt as wonderful as thick fingers stroking my clit and my need was growing more desperate by the second. Running the leather lightly across my skin made me shiver in pleasure and purr like a sex starved kitten in anticipation for the next lash. All it would take would be one slap straight to my asshole to really make me yelp hard but it would only make me suck His cock with even more fervor. My cries made His cock drip with precum and the taste filled my mouth. I slowed right down to enjoy tasting Him, to appreciate even the smallest drops of cum from Him. I was lost in His dominance. My only existence was to serve His pleasure and that was deepening more and more by the second. I have no idea how long I was down on my knees before the football game ended and just as quickly as it did Master's attention switched to really starting to work me over. Master told me to change position, turn around and present my ass and cunt for Him with my face to the floor. My wet cunt was throbbing to be touched and I could feel it dripping with my anticipation while Master grabbed some lube. Years ago I would have felt embarrassed to present myself that way to someone, but now it fills me with nothing but excitement and pride when I am properly presented and exposed to my Master. The vulnerability of it only adds to my own release. I knew what was coming, I had been begging for it for weeks on end. Any tightness my cunt had was about to be destroyed as I could feel Master stroke my cunt a few times, making me slick with lube, and line His hand up with my lust swelled fuckhole. There was no going gentle and with only a few harsh strokes, I was impaled on Master's hand like some sloppy hand puppet. I felt the guttural moan escape my mouth. It wasn't in pain, it wasn't in pleasure, it was another part of me all together. That part of me that screams "fucking use me", that same part of me that craves Master's piss, that same part that begs for His leather. Master completely took over; all I could do was take every second of the brutal fisting He unleashed on me. I could feel His fist rotate, open and close, drive in deep and then pull out; lifting me half off the ground while He did. My cunt was making obscene slurping noises while I got sloppier and sloppier with my own juices, flooding from the sheer intensity of my situation. It was no time at all until I was whimpering to Master, begging if I could cum. "Yes," He said as He opened His hand wider inside of me, unyielding in the pace He was working me over at. It rose up in me and I completely let the intensity wash over me while I came properly for the first time in weeks. Not the self induced, mildly satisfying orgasms that I am allowed by myself. It was like a wave growing higher and higher until it finally completely flooded my entire body, my legs began to shake and I couldn't even breathe it felt so amazing. At first it was sheer bliss but as my climax grew, so did His brutality. How quickly He can make my pleasure kick into overdrive, my moans and whimpers turning into outright cries. I was in pain but the kind that drove me to only buck back onto His closed fist while He stretched out my hole completely, pulling His fist almost all the way out, making me want to impale myself back down on Him. Each time He pulled His fist back, I could feel Him open His hand and slow down, stretching my cunt as far as He could, ensuring I felt the full gravity of His control over my fuckhole. I needed to cum again in what felt like no time at all and Master did not deny my begging. I was sobbing as the wave of orgasm hit me and washed over and through my cunt. Tears welled up in my eyes, part from the pleasure, part from the pain but also because it felt so amazing to be used exactly how I needed to be. The harder He used me, the more I could let go of everything else and just be the set of holes I was born to be. Every so often He would pull completely out of me, leaving my cunt gaped and slopped wide open. His fist sliding in so easily, with little resistance after letting me feel how open He made my fuckhole. Each time He did this, the depravity only sunk in more and more. He pulled His fist out of me and told me to turn around and clean my slop off of His hand. I wasted no time at all spinning around; I needed a taste of the slut I am for my Master badly. The sweet taste of my own cum and lube filled my mouth while I hungrily sucked His fingers clean. I could smell my own sex on Him; it was the smell of a wanton slut in heat. "Worship all of Me you filthy pig," He demanded of me. "Every last inch of me." It was like candy to me, those words almost sang out to me as I slowly moved on past His hand and up His arm. There was something so intimate about it for me; rarely had Master ever let worship anything but His cock, balls and asshole. It only pushed me even more into my own little world of being His slut. I wanted to savor every second, I needed to make it last while I got to experience more of my Master than I ever had before. A complete calm of focus washed over me. There is a fine line between being completely present in the moment and completely lost in the moment and I could feel myself balancing perfectly on that line while my tongue danced across His skin. So many women would be humiliated to suck on toes; I only felt utter joy doing it. It is hard to feel humiliation doing something which seems so natural and I was completely dialed in on my every movement. I made sure to pay attention to His cock and balls as I traveled back across His body, switching from His legs to torso. As quickly as He let me get lost in the moment, He snapped me right back out of it again as He stood up and grabbed a close by ottoman, dragging it to the spot in front of where He was previously sitting, instructing me to get on it. I wasted no time getting on it, on my knees facing away from Him. My ass was perfectly on display as I put my hands down on the ground in front of me, thrusting my ass up even more as I put myself at an awkward but comfortable angle. Again, Master thrust His fist into my vulnerable cunt. It was already sore from His previous handy work from just a short time prior but still sloppier than ever. There was no warm up, just sheer brutality in His movements inside of me and yet again I felt my hips try to buck back and meet His brutality head on. I needed it more and more the harder He started using me. There was no escaping from it, not that I wanted to anyways, He was ruining my cunt. My slutty juices were dripping down out of me and all I could do was grunt like a total fuckpig. He pulled out of me and reached around, letting me taste my slutty fuckhole and clean my slop off of His hand. I wanted His cock inside of me badly now. I wanted Him to ruin my asshole with every inch of His rock hard cock; ripped in two by it so both of my fuckholes were gaped wide open. I could hear Him open the bottle of lube and my ass twitched in excitement. I hadn't had any cock in my ass in what felt like forever and there isn't anything quite like having Him break open my tight hole again. Master lubed His cock up generously and put a squirt on my asshole, more for His own comfort, if anything, as He intended to make me feel every hard inch of Him He could. He lined up His cock with my hole and forced the head of His rock hard cock past my ring of tightness. I don't even think I breathed as He did it; all I could do was focus in on the cock in my ass. Master rocked His cock out and back in again ever so slowly, giving me half an inch more than the first time before repeating again. It accepted every single inch of His cock as I was methodically fed it inch by inch, my ass devouring it easily. With every new inch His pace was quickening until I was taking the full shaft of His cock in my tight hole. Deliberate strokes for a deliberate reason. Master was opening up my ass completely before He pounded it. Feeding my hungry hole His full length before pulling out to see my ass start to stay open on its own, begging to be filled and winking at His cock. I reached back and pulled on my one ass check with my left hand, spreading my cheeks so Master could get even more access to my asshole. It felt like that was a cue to Him to start pounding me with His cock, my slick asshole offering no resistance at all to His full length, I was in heaven as I felt myself getting more and more gaped. The lube was making obscene sounds as I got more and more sloppy. Air would rush into my fully open asshole with His cock and then bubble back out again as He pushed deeper and deeper into my fuckhole. It added a nice amount of humiliation to it all. Here I was, a bent over pig, with a ruined, sloppy asshole and all I wanted was more and more. "Clean," He said in His low dark way. I could have broken my neck as I whipped around and got off of the ottoman and onto my knees in front of Him as He sat down. I love the taste of my own asshole off of His cock. It is a mix of my fuckhole, lube and His precum that is like the sweetest wine to my senses. My Perfect Submission Slowly I started licking every inch of His shaft, smelling my own sex all over His cock as I savor the taste. This is my moment to catch my breath and even more important, let my mind catch up to itself. Inch by inch I worshiped His cock, making sure not to miss any of my slop, taking His balls into my mouth before returning to the tip of His cock. "Ride," He said, knowing full well I wanted Him in my ass badly again. I turned around and guided my ass down onto His hard cock as He remained seated comfortably on the couch. My ass was still slick and completely loose as I slid down fully onto His cock. A guttural moan instantly rose up in me as His cock went deeper into me than it had all evening. All the way down on His cock and all the way back up again, just like He has previously taught me before. Showing Him how badly I wanted and needed His cock, I impaled myself harshly on His full length over and over again. It felt amazing and I could feel my need to cum rising up from my cunt yet again as I rhythmically went up and down. However, there was a rising pain in my legs which kept my own pleasure ever so slightly at bay. My legs had begun to cramp from the angle I was impaling myself on His cock at. My knees began to shake and so did my voice as I started to beg Him that my legs couldn't take it. It was as if it fell on deaf ears though, I know He heard me but I could even hear in my own voice the sweetness of my own begging. To a sadist that must be like music, to me it just made me beg more in hopes He would help me. "Clean," He said. His one word commands are all I need to know what to do and hearing that I could taste my fuckhole again on His cock was a massive relief to my legs. Again I went about cleaning off every inch of His cock, rubbing some on my face so I could smell my own hole while I continued to lap up all my slutty juices. "Turn around," He barked at me while He reached for the lube. Once again I got back onto the ottoman, sticking my ass in the air at Master, only this time I did not put my hands on the ground, instead balancing my weight on my upper chest while I reached back with both of my hands and spread my ass wide open for Him. I wanted Him to destroy my ass with His cock and He wasted no time at all doing just that. He thrust hard and violently into my waiting hole, every last inch filled me completely and started pumping in and out of me at a hard, deliberate pace. All I could do was scream out from it as the pleasurable pain took me over completely. I was nothing but a hole for His cock at that point, I wanted Him to use me with no regard for my own pleasure. That in itself became my pleasure and my cunt was squirting my juices from it all. Right when it reached its fever pitch, Master pulled out and stepped away, turning away from me towards the glass topped coffee table in room. "Eat my ass pig," He hissed at me while He began jerking His cock off in short strokes standing over the table. Wasting no time at all, I got behind Him on my knees and spread His ass cheeks so I could better bury my tongue in His depraved hole, rimming Him as best I could while He milked His cock of every last drop of cum. I could hear Him breathe deeply and His balls rise up in front of my chin while I kept on eating His ass like I hadn't eaten in days and didn't let up until He stepped away almost giggling to Himself it seemed. Master had a big surprise for me at that very second. A few weeks prior He had mentioned to me that He had started taking an herbal supplement called horny goat weed. It was supposed to increase load size and after that mention of it, it left my conscious memory; that was until the moment He stepped away. There, splattered across the glass of the coffee table was the biggest load I had ever laid eyes on. All I could do was kneel, stare and smile at it, my mind half blown by the sheer volume of cum before me. I looked up at my Master, drunk on the moment waiting for Him to tell me I could devour the gift He laid before me. A nod of His head was all it took before my lips hits the table and I began slurping up His cum like the greedy cumpig I am. Master has the best cum I have ever tasted. He knows how much I love it and spoils me even more by drinking pineapple juice to make it taste even sweeter to me. This was a time like no other though and I took my time lapping it all up. I could feel it running across my tongue as my mouth filled with it all. I was only half way through the load when I had to swallow, my mouth filled completely with His cum. As soon as I swallowed, I was right back to licking the table clean. Not one spot was missed as I checked and rechecked to make sure every last drop was where it should be, down my throat and in my tummy. I showed Master the second mouthful before swallowing it all down. I sank back onto my ass as the shock of the size of His load washed over me. I couldn't help but giggle from it all. I was dumbfounded by His generosity and couldn't help but to be in awe that He went through the trouble of taking something just so He could spoil me like that. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed Himself a beer before sitting outside on the balcony for a cigarette while I got up to wash up as He signaled I could. The cold cloth felt like heaven on my sore, abused fuckholes while I washed up in the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and could see my own slop dried upon it while I fixed my disheveled hair, my eyes were sparkling still from the hard use and I had a smile plastered on my face that nothing could wipe off. I was glowing, as I always do when Master as used me so perfectly. I turned in the mirror and admired the welts His crop has left on my skin earlier in the evening before turning the light off to go back in the main room, helping myself to a beer in the kitchen before taking my spot on the floor. This is always a nice quiet time. Post use, catching my breath, my body slowly recovers its energy while my brain tries to process everything that had just happened. Like the calm after the storm and in this case, the storm had a torrential downpour of cum that left me in awe and completely satisfied. Master came in from outside and I myself decided to go for a smoke. He warned me it was cold so I put on a nice big hotel bath robe before stepping outside to enjoy the ocean night time breeze. The cold air was refreshing on my body as I relaxed sipping my beer, the happiness of being with my Master was complete and I couldn't help but sit there smiling to myself. When I came back inside, Master was getting dressed, He wanted to go out and grab a bit to eat but I was content enough to stay put, my tummy filled with cum and relax in a nice hot bath. I filled the tub with soothing hot water and turned the jets on. My body was aching from Master using me and I laid back and relaxed as the heat worked wonders on my sore muscles. I played with my sore cunt gently while I licked my lips, still being able to taste my slutty juices and Master's cum on my skin. I got out of the tub before my skin went wrinkly and dried off before wrapping myself up in a bathrobe and lying on the bed, completely spent. I never even heard the door open to the suite, my soak had drained all my energy and I was fast asleep when I awoke to Master walking into the bedroom and let out a laugh at my exhausted state. I adjusted myself in bed while He got undressed and slid in next to me. I was spent but still unbelievably horny. It is as though my holes cannot get enough when He is around even if they are sore and ruined from Him already. Master was just as sore as I was though as I sunk my mouth down on His cock even though I knew to be gentle. He had fucked me so hard earlier, He fucked Himself raw in the process, so the taste of His cock was nothing but a nice tease before bed as He dismissed me from His cock with a laugh over the situation. I snuggled into my side of the bed, tasting Him on my lips and faded off to sleep quickly. The sun wasn't even up yet when I felt Master reach over and wake me up in His normal way. Grabbing me by the hair and dragging me over in bed a little to get my attention. Half a sleep I always rise up, knowing breakfast is about to be served as I always worship Master's morning wood and get to swallow down His morning cum. This morning was a little different as He let me rise up and then told me to get into the tub. Seems this morning Master was going to shower me down before He was going to feed His depraved pig its morning treat. I got into the tub, the morning sun not even risen to cast light into the room. My eyes were half shut still but my hand was immediately on my cunt, rubbing it instinctively the second I felt His hot piss hit my tits, raining down on my body. His piss lubed my cunt as I continued working my clit while the last drops splattered on my tits. He left and crawled back into bed while I washed up in the tub before following on His heels. The second I took my spot beside Him, He grabbed my hair and thrust me towards His cock. "Get to work pig," He said as I took His semi hard cock in my mouth and began worshiping His cock, our usual morning ritual. My one hand found my cunt and was working my cunt, the other gripped the base of His cock while I bobbed my head gently up and down to start His day right. "Let me see that sloppy cunt pig," He said, breaking my focus on His cock. I got up and sank my juicy cunt down on His cock, straddling Him, getting every inch into my swollen pussy I could as I started to ride Him. My cunt was still a sloppy mess from the night before, I can't help but be a wet mess in His presence, His cock sliding in and out me while I rode Him up and down. "Ass," He said before I got too comfortable on His cock. My cunt was just there to lube up His cock before sliding it into my ass after all. Despite being swollen and sore, His cock filled my ass with little resistance as I let out a moan from the early morning pain and pleasure. All the way in and all the way out I rode His cock and I could feel His cock rising up to meet my ass with every stroke of my hips. His hands found my nipples and pulled hard on them, giving me the pain He knows I need so badly to greet my own orgasm which was quickly approaching from deep down in my cunt. "Please Master, please can I cum?" I begged, bucking my hips wildly against Him. "Yes, cum on that cock in your ass you filthy pig," He said to me, twisting and pulling my nipples even harder than before. Feeling like he could have ripped my nipples right off my tits, my orgasm exploded through me. He only responded even more strongly to me cumming on His cock by fucking me even harder right through it. "Clean," He said, breaking me away from my own moans while I hopped off His cock and hungrily worshiped the slop on His cock. The taste of my own ass once again filled my senses completely while I licked every last inch. Moving down I took each of His balls in my mouth before moving on to His ass to get an early morning taste of Him. "Ride," He said before I got too comfortable with my head buried in His lap. My ass found His cock and I was once again impaled instantly on Him. This time Master pulled me down closer to Him and began pounding my ass hard. Again I began to beg to cum, but this was Master's turn and I could feel His cock shoot off His load into my ass. The feeling alone triggered my own orgasm as His warmth filled me up. He pulled His cock out of me and I reached down and gently licked the cum off His cock before He pushed me away due to His own sensitivity. I curled up beside Him again, same smile from the night before spread back across my face while I drifted off again into an early morning nap, my ass filled with His cum. I woke up only a short time later, Master already in the other room and starting His day. I stretched out in bed happily content and pleasantly sore; my holes still slick with wetness as I reached down to coat my fingers and give myself a taste on my own slutty holes before I jumped out of bed. I used the time alone to myself to clean up and collect myself a bit before joining Master in the other room. In the lead up to seeing Master, every one of my movements had a thought behind it, my anticipation made my head swell with a thousand thoughts a second. But the morning brought new clarity. My brain was not in over drive, I could finally just be, relaxed and confident, satisfied in my own submissive space. I prepared a small enema to start my day before getting in the shower to let the hot water wash over me, a fresh canvas for Him to sully with depravity. I threw on a robe loosely before joining Him in the other room. He was going about His own business, having a cup of coffee, starting His day. I felt almost invisible when I walked into the room, not because He didn't acknowledge me, but because I knew He had other things to attend to. I made myself coffee and sat on the couch on the other side of the room. That was when my waiting game of the day began. The anticipation silently crept over me again, I oddly felt slightly out of place while I quietly entertained myself, trying not to disturb Him. Weeks I had pined to be at His feet, all I wanted to do was be down on my knees, regardless of if I had His cock in my mouth or not. I could have been His footstool for all I cared or quietly played with my cunt by His side. But I knew better than to disturb Him when His focus was elsewhere, so I just waited. I was there to be at His beck and call, not the other way around after all. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, He adjusted Himself in His chair and without looking up from what He was doing, called me over to gently worship His cock with my slutty mouth. I could have tripped over my own feet I was so happy to be relieved of my attempt to keep myself busy. I had to reign in my eagerness to devour His thick cock, when He says gentle He means it. His skin tasted amazing in my mouth; every time I went up and down on His shaft I just wanted more and more of Him in me. My mouth flooded with spit every time there were a few drops of precum flavoring His sensitive tip, the taste just made me more and more hungry. But it was only a tease. He dismissed me from His cock before I got fed anything. Either He liked to torture me or He was still sore from the night before. Regardless of the reason, I let out a giggle rather than a sigh. At least I got to worship His cock. My tummy was still rumbling as I backed away from Him and I realized I had not eaten anything but cum and piss since I got to San Fran, a true diet of a fuckpig but not one I could sustain any level of energy with. I excused myself with His permission to get ready to venture out on my own for a while and find some food. He had His own appointment to get to, so I would have some time to myself for the afternoon. Years of being apart from my Master had made me very independent, so venturing out on my own was no issue at all. It was cold and rainy, a far cry from the warm weather I was hoping for making all my miniskirts useless for a walk, but it was a far cry from the frigid temperatures back home so the fresh air walk was relaxing. Despite the gorgeous view of the ocean and the clear lack of snow, my mind was still only on Him. I found a nice, quiet restaurant which over looked the bay, treated myself a nice big glass of wine and an equally nice meal. I strolled with a coffee afterwards, if only to kill time until I could be at His feet again. I spend so much time apart from Him, all I want is to be with Him when I have the chance, everything else just seems like time to kill. There were no men around for me to even offer a blow job to, the perfect way to kill 20 minutes, so I headed back to the hotel. The suite was empty; I knew I still had a lot of time to myself which was perfect as I had to prepare my body all over again in case Master wished to use me once again when He returned. I had a little soak in the tub again to loosen my body up before moving onto my enema ritual. Filling the bag up with water, I reached down and felt my battered asshole. It was sore, swollen and still craving His cock none the less. I placed the tube into my ass and let the water flow into me. With every drop filling me up, I could feel I was raw and a slight pain rise up in me. I had to grin and bear it though; it is all part of the ritual of getting ready for Him. I could hear the door to the suite open and close, Master had returned but I still had to continue with my ritual, it could not be rushed. I finished up and joined Him in the other room. He had grabbed some food of His own and was eating when I walked in. He offered me a glass of wine while I took my place on the couch. I could tell He was tired and so I relaxed myself, watching the sports highlights with Him. It was going to be an early night, despite my body screaming at me in lust for Him. I poured myself another glass of wine and went out on the balcony for a cigarette before joining Him in bed for the night. I woke up in the morning surprised to be alone in bed, shocked almost that Master had not awakened me with the usual hair pull to service His morning wood or golden shower. I got out of bed, washed up and walked into the other room hungry for my fuckpig breakfast of cum. I knew He would feed me when He was ready to, so I made myself a cup of tea to start my day with. No sooner than I took my first sip, Master called me over to take a spot at His feet. I could see His cock was half hard already as I knelt in front of Him. He didn't have to say a word, I knew what He wanted and my mouth watered as I took His cock in, slowly working myself deeper down in His shaft. Cock first thing in the morning is like candy to me, I just can't get enough. I made sure not to ignore His balls and took them each into my mouth, sucking on them knowing they held the meal I wanted so badly before returning to His cock once again. Master shifted His weight and spread His legs wider, giving me easier access to His ass as I moved down to give myself a taste. My tongue flicked across His asshole before I buried it as deeply as I could. I could smell His skin and taste His sweat, I was getting drunk on it as I tried harder and harder to snaked my tongue deeper and deeper, His words of encouragement driving me on. "Here it is pig, you want your breakfast," He asked as I mumbled my pleas for His cum into His ass, my tongue not wavering at all. I could feel His balls rise up against my face while I kept on eating His ass, telling me my meal was seconds away. Master jerked His load out, onto His stomach, the perfect plate for my food. "Feed,' He said as He shifted His weight allowing me to come up for air from His ass, a big, gleaming load of cum sitting there for me to feast upon. I wasted no time at all diving in, licking every last drop up with my tongue. I am a greedy pig first thing in the morning, swallowing every little bit down, savoring it to the very end. I licked the cum I could see off the tip of His cock before sitting up with a huge smile on my face. "Thank You Master,' I beamed. Despite my greed for cum, I know never to forget my manners. "Turn around pig, ass in the air,'' He said told me, His smile as big as mine. My cunt was slick with need and almost dripped with His command as I put my face down to the ground, ass vulnerable to Him completely. I heard the familiar sound of the bottle of lube being flicked open and closed; I knew exactly what was coming my way. He wasted no time at all, lining His had up with my cunt and with just a few short strokes, Master was yet again wrist deep in my cunt making me His depraved hand puppet. I was sore and swollen but that did nothing to slow Him down, if anything my screams egged Him on even more. He was brutal barely warming me up before He was punch fucking my ruined hole. His fist easily sliding all the way in and all the way out. I couldn't tell if I was in extreme pleasure or extreme pain, all I could do was spread my legs wider as my need to cum grew. My orgasm burst like a flooded damn, I was completely helpless to it all the while His viciousness grew. I was being rearranged from the inside out and I was seeing stars from it all. When He finally withdrew His fist from me, a stream of squirt erupted from my cunt, soaking the carpet beneath me.