A Day in the Life of a Sex Slave III – Eating Out

You take your time getting yourself ready, but the wait does pay off: you appear on the middle of the hall wearing an elegant, dark red dress that underlines your shape and shows those beautiful legs of yours covered by black stockings. Your new stilettos, with the shiny small diamonds are a perfect match, and make your figure even more impressive. Your hair happens to be in a quite sophisticated bum, which tops your pretty face in which a pair of eyes shine blue over a softly dark background. The purple-reddishness of your lips call sensuality, and goes perfectly together with the dress; and so do your long silky gloves. The sultry red is spotted by details of lustful black, such as your hanging earrings, a black pearls necklace and, of course, your big, black wedding ring [1]. You come closer to me and make me kiss it, as if you were a queen or a pope, which by now you have become to me.

On my side, I'm wearing your favorite suit; but as you suggested, I still carry the cock harness instead of any underwear; and a discrete leather collar barely visible under the tie. The thin chain that will hang on it is waiting on the bag, may you need it.

—So long you are being a good slave, I won’t need to tie you... will I, darling? —You say, while massaging over the trousers my already hard and quite visible cock.

We call for a taxi, sitting both of us on the back seat; and while you give the driver the instructions, your right hand skillfully unzips my trousers and begins to masturbate me.

—So, is it being an interesting afternoon? —You ask, bending over the driver's seat, while your hand doesn't stop playing with me.

—No, M'am, it ain't. Pretty average day...

And so the story goes... we take a little longer than expected as you seem disappointed with the restaurant you had chosen in the first place, so we wonder for a while till we find one that fills your needs. The place is too much snob for my taste, and seems quite expensive, which I cannot stop observing. But there is no point, need or desire of arguing with my beautiful Mistress, so we just enter the place, where you choose a table next to a corner.

After taking our order, the waiter fill our glasses of red wine, your image shinning with the reflection of the candle on them. At some point, in the middle of a banal conversation, I notice your hand moving sensually down your neck till your breasts, taking the dress slightly apart so I can see half of a nipple, and a new order: "Lick me"; and an arrow pointing down. As an answer to my confused face, you cover your breast again for exposing the opposite one: "now!". So after hesitating and looking all around, I get under the table which is covered by a long tablecloth. Now I understand what you were missing at our first destination.

As it was to expect, you are not wearing underwear; although you do wear a garter belt, which shows such a loving Mistress you are. Your pussy is beating beautifully, expecting the first unseen contact of my mouth. I get as surprising as I can, and your body reacts with a delightful shiver from head to toes. I do my job softly, kissing you tenderly, but sticking my tongue as deep as I can, biting slightly your pinky clit. In some moment you ask the waiter to pour some more wine, becoming suddenly quite interested on the doings of a waiter and the place in which he works. I move my tongue faster, trying to spoilt your fun, but nothing stops you from a civilized conversation. After a while, the man leaves; and a naked finger carrying a black ring and covered in wine, comes sensually to my mouth. In its next journey it lets some drops over your already wet cunt. Then, me and your crotch are left alone, till the trembling of your body tells me the task is done.

I return to my chair unseen (or so I hope) and just on time for enjoying a warm, delicious meal. Your satisfied smile is the best reward I could ever get; and all in all the dinner turns out to be a most charming experience. The only think that disturbs me is you don't seem to be falling asleep, in spite of the few glasses you already had [2]; and, when dessert options are offered, you directly go for the Bloody Mary.
—You must agree it suits perfectly the whole girl image, hon —, you say, while catching sensually the straw with your lips—. Unfortunately, all these beverages will have the side effect of an inevitable visit to the restroom. Hope you won't have any problem with that —and your eyes rise from the drink to see my reaction.
-—You know I'm for your pleasure, Mistress. Besides, your delicious fluids have never been something I had problems with.

So when you finish I follow you to the toilet, and after making sure no screaming old lady will interfere with us, we occupy one astonishly clean cabin. You take yourself a little up above the toilet, giving space for my tongue to play with your fluids once in a while. As a result of the alcohol your stream don't appear golden but silver, and your dog find it quite tasteful and nice. When finish you don't need napkin to clean it, as your personal servant is there for making sure the lady won't walk dripping on the ways.
—Now, that's it, make it shine, boy. And when you are done, pleasure me.
Not that I have anything against it. When I raise your dress I see clearly that you are wearing a small butt plug, the one we got some months ago at that British website: silverish color and ending on some kind of crafty imitation of ruby. I put my cock on the only empty hole and start banging you against the wall. My hands travel all around your body in ecstasy, grabbing your firm boobs, pulling from your hard nipples... I splash your ass and you can barely
control your moans. The wetness of your cunt mixed with my own fluids make you drip on the open toilet. We hear someone flushing on one of the cabins near by and you smile, moving faster... till I come in a huge explosion.

 
You turn to me with a great smile, kiss me and go down for getting as much as it's left on my palpitating dick. When I grab paper for cleaning your delicate pussycat you stop me, so I start to reach to it using my tongue.
—You are so sweet... but who told you this had to be clean?

After you put in order your dress, we leave the small room to face a shocked woman who gets silenced by your defiant smile, and we reach our tables without any trouble. We call for the bill, and after thanking for the pleasurable dinner and service, you pay the not so fair price.
—I thought I was supposed to pay? Being the slave and all that...
—Ah, but a slave is not allowed to do that kind of things on his own. You’re not responsible enough. In any case, let's hurry, darling; we are expected somewhere...
—??.... are we??

—Ttt, so shall I use the chain, then?

[1] Rose and I are not the marrying kind, but at some moment we felt we should bring some symbolism into our relationship; and thus the idea of Sex Marriage was born ]:D . If you are interested, we could explain a little more on future posts…

[2] Rose has the strong (and silly ;p) belief that alcohol makes her sleepy, even in small amounts.

A Day in the Life of a Sex Slave II - Cumming Back Home

As soon as I hear the sound of the keys on the door I am there for helping out with your coat and your bag... and your shirt and your strings... I go down, stoping on your nipples once more for a delightful taste before going for the main dish, hiden between your legs. But before I can arrive you stop me.
- So you want a taste of my juicies, boy? Here you have-, and drawing your wet dildo from your insides, you put it into my mouth. While I'm sauvoring the delightful taste, you make yourself comfortable on the floor of the hall, where I had put a pillow knowing you won't pass longer than the entrance without being fucked hard. Your legs wide open and a deviant smile are more an order than an invitation, so I don't waste a second before sticking my hard, big cock inside of you. You were so horny already that after a few minutes you have a small but intense orgasm. I know that's not enough for you, so I keep on moving my hip, holding your legs on my shoulders, getting deeper and deeper inside your cunt. When I come you've still not reached your second climax, a sad number for a slave like me, so I lick your dripping pussy till it gets clean and you explode in convulsions and moans.
Then I accomodate you on an armchair, massaging you and asking details about your day, which turns out to be filled of flirting and hot moments,that you devilishly use for teasing me.
After a while you decide it's time for your daily exercises, so you order me to dress you in a more sporty outfit. Tight boxers with a strategyc hole and your old, small Polska t-shirt do the trick, while a sweatband won't allow hair getting into your beautiful grey eyes. I lay on the floor, in the middle of the room, while you make your warming up. When finished, you walk slowly over me, spreading your legs in front of my face.
- Why don't we start with some stretchings, pet?
You blend your body rithmically, trying to reach my not-so-relaxed cock with your tongue. The wet, warm feeling of your mouth drives me crazy; but you won't break the rythm of the excercise. After a few series you decide to go for the sit-ups. You walk over my dick, giving me the back, and tell me to hold my member firm and hard. Just that, for sure, you never use a word as tasteless as "member". So your body goes up and down fast, all the way along my cock. You want to stay serious and stick to the fitness aspect of it, but cannot avoid the loud moans that once in a while make their way through your mouth.
Starting to get a little tired, you decide finish with some abdominals. You move your ass backwards till it is fitted on my mouth and blend towards the front. And so it goes, till you decide you are healthy and sexy enough.
-Now you will make me a nice, cozy bath, slave. And you get yourself ready too. I'll take you to a fancy restaurant for dinner... my pretty dog deserves much for what he does.
Well, you don't need to be way too clever for realising that something is boiling down on your head. But that only makes me more excited and I haste to follow your comands in order to discover the new twist your perverted mind has prepared for us.

A Day in the Life of a Sex Slave - The Awakening

I wake up while you are still dormant, and wait for the time you set me for sliding myself under the quilt and start kissing your legs in order to softly open my way till your slept pussy. I place my head in your tight, as you ordered me last night, and suck it gently. Soon I sense your lazy, satisfied smile. After stretching yourself into the awaken world, you move your right arm towards my head; and grabbing it firmly push it against your already wet cunt. Your legs stretch around my back preventing me from doing any movement, while my nose and tongue sink in your flesh making it difficult to breathe. I have no other choice than to open my mouth and move my tongue faster and faster; not that I could dream of doing anything else. Finally, with a groan of pleasure, you losen your muscles and let yourself fall on the bed.
-T'was not bad, slave. Now go prepare some breakfast - you say, in an authoritative but tender voice.
I'm cooking fully naked, as you don't allow me to wear any clothes yet, when you arrive to the kitchen and grab my balls from behind.
-How are you doing, pet? Is that sausage nice? You know I like them juicy and big.
And sticking one of the sausages I'm cooking with a fork you bring it to my face.
-Oh Rose, you know I..
-What's that Rose thing now? With that attitude you won't deserve any piece of this ass
-Sorry, M'am.
-Now open wide, pussy boy
And you stick the sausage in my mouth, smiling to my shocked expresion, which you reward with a mouth teasing game for cleaning my face.
- Like it? Get used to it.. there will be plenty of meat for you to eat today - and saying that you bring my face to your tits for a short sesion of breastfeeding.
- Good kid; now why don't you serve me as a dish?
There's no missunderstanding as you already explained how you wanted to eat from my naked torso. So you place on it the egg revolt from the pan while eating the sausage from the fork. Once in a while you stroke playfully my dick, and even tease it with your warm coffe mouth. But is not about me, is about you.
When the food is over you lick along my body and then command me to have a shower.
-Mmm, better wait... now that I come to think about it, I should unload you if I want later the fun to last.
So you grab my cock and start masturbating it while looking at my eyes with half a smile. Keeping always the physical distance, you are just milking me. When I finally come, you have some recipent ready.
-We'll save this for later, you never know when it will come in handy.
After the shower, I find you already dressed. A fitted skirt underlines your beautifull ass, which stand outs as a result of the pair of stiletto heels you're wearing. A fair amount of make up gives you a slightly sluty but elegant appearance, which is framed by a pair of hanging earrings and a bun that gathers your long hair. The shirt is small and accentuate the shape of your breasts.
-I will go now to work, hope my outfit is not making you jealous. In fact I feel quite horny... maybe I'll keep this with me, if that'll reassure you - you say showing one of your brand new toys which instantly dissapears between your legs.
-Now come here, boy- you put me a leather collar and bracalets on arms and legs; all of them with a ring hanging on for a chain to be attached.
-I won't tie you... for now -you say with a grin- as I expect this house and my pet to be ready for my return. Now... which of these shall you wear?
You are doubting between a pair of leather shorts with a locked zip, and a cock harness. After thinking a while you add a small butt plug to the cock harnes.
-I want you to be craving for your Misstress pussy... this will keep your cock hard and ready.
And after dressing me in that way, you take your jacket and handbag and leave the house, not without istructing me how you expect me to receive you as a happy dog on your return and fuck you hard once and again, fullfiling every single desire you may have.

The Storm

He stood there, staring at her round shapes with a smile.
“Well, it seems difficult to say no to that…”
The contact of his warm hands made her shiver. He had started to caress her sexy buttocks, enjoying the touch of her peach skin. He squeezed her, grabbed her ass sweetly; all humble attempts to catch the beauty of her butt in his fingers.
“I want you inside,” she said in a weak moan, knowing already that he won’t do it; that he wanted to tease her till she begged for it.
These thoughts made her wet the little green underwear even more, in a mix of frustration, love and desire. She could feel how his finger were surrounding playfully her vagina and anus; sometimes she would feel one of his fingers slide under the tanga for rubbing her clit or exploring the warm darkness of her pink pussy.
“Everything at its time,” he said, moving his head towards her bottom and ending the sentence in a heavy breath over the tanga. His tongue walked all along the green cloth, shaping on it the sensual profile of his lover’s labia. Here the expresion “mounts of Venus” took a stronger sense, as her flesh bursted the underwear like two proud hills crossed by a river of female juices and green fashion.
She started to breath harder as he pulled the string aside and rubbed two of his fingers all along the labia, while at the same time the tip of his tongue made the first tasting of her skin; going from her tights all along his ass until reached her asshole, which he licked with devotion. Flashes of pleasure spread all over the blond girl, who twisted her body in an inverse arch just as the cat would have done, would the animal not being lying lazily among the useless dress its lady had thrown when starting the game.
“My little pussy cat,” he said, still pressing his mouth against her rear back; and she couldn’t avoid but laughing among moans of pleasure.
There he moved to the precious gem, the wet and beautiful gate to pleasure she had kept locked under the tiny strings. His dick palpitated in arousal as he got to taste the salty juices of her partner. It was difficult for him not to get lost into her insides, to drink and suck from that beverage she was offering him in the most holy grail ever made, as a thirsty hummingbird standing in front of a green and yellow flower wide open to him. But he knew if he wanted to make her go crazy craving for sex, if he wanted to worship her little witch as she deserved, things had to go slower. So his tongue progressed little by little; along her labia first, following the borders of her magic hole later, barely touching his clit for finally going inside of her, as deep as her bums allowed him.
“Mmmm, sweeeeet…” she said, squeezing her own breasts and pressing her ass against her man’s face. Then he put one of his fingers inside of the vagina and moved it till it got completely soaked.
“Wanna little taste o’yourself, sunshine?” and he took the finger to her lips, teasing her before going inside of the mouth. The strong and feminine taste was a little shocking for the girl, but knowing that her lover was enjoying the very same flavour made her go crazy and suck it as if it were his dick. She loved him and she loved feeling desired, feeling sexy, knowing that he was completely hers; because even if he could made her lost her mind, craving to be fucked, she knew that it was her who had the control; that he could die for her perfect-shaped breasts, for her round ass, for the intense smell of her juices and the warmness of her pussy. And… damn!, right now she wanted to be filled by him, to melt with him. She moved her head up and down in hard strokes, sucking like mad her own juices from his fingers; while the boy had changed again to lick her butt hole while masturbating her with the other hand. That made her go wild.
“Put it inside of me,” she moaned. “I want to feel you, my dear!”
“What should I put, princess? I dunno… already have my fingers there…”
“You silly… put your cock… ah ah… put your cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me darling!!”
“Mmpf… but you didn’t say the magic word,” he laughed, adding an extra finger to her pussy, now completly open and soaked in juices and saliva.
“Mmmmmm… p..please, please you silly boy… fuck me…” and not waiting for the response of her – sometimes - quite childish man, she grabbed his penis and took him inside of her.
“Uhmmmm, yessssss…” both of them got lost in lust and pleasure as his hard dick made its way to her hidden softness. The feeling of the warm flesh was a dream thing on that rainy day.
“Oh, taaaak, I’ve been… aaah.. waiting for this the whole…mmmm… morning, honey.”
“I’ve… ahh… missed you too….. princesss. How was the… (damn, you’re… aah…a goddess) writing, girl”
“Mm.. nn.. nice (ah..ah..harder, darling..’wanna ‘hard). Sssix pages, mayb…e a couple worthwile.”
“…głupia…”
Biting his own lip, he stared at the wonderful show going on in front of him. His girl was quite talkative this day, and the moans, little shouts and sighs she let go every time she wanted to explain something made him feel in heaven. The going-and-coming of her buttocks, splashing with a rhythmic sound against his own tights; the sight of her rounded and pointy tits hanging and moving between her arms; her soft back, her delightful neck under the short blond hair…
“I..it got worse …ah…at the grocery store. Check…ed those pepinos and… mmmm…”
He was holding her buttocks, moving her front and backwards; while she masturbated her clitoris with fast movements. When he eventually took one of his thumbs near his anus, she hesitated; but then asked for it to go inside. It was only some weeks ago they started to try the anal way, but she was beginning to love it; feeling his back stuffed by his love was so sexy… she went lose in lust.
“I …think I won’t hold it much more… darling,” with that ‘darling’ word flying high as she was.
“So…mmm.. so don’t hold it, ‘luv. I want to… make you cum as ever…”
“But… aah.. aaa..b..but Iaaah… aaaaaaaaaaahh….fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…….”
The man slowered down and started to kiss her gently in the back, moving up slowly for whispering in her ear: “I love you, babe…”
“I love you too…” she said, with a broken but happy voice as she started to move rhythmically again. “Do you want to cum?”
“Well… in fact I was thinking… about moving towards the window… is a wonderful rainy day out… there in the city.”
When hearing this she stoped and started to giggle like the sweet fairy she was.
“What did I say?” he asked perplexed, now lying and embracing her, still inside but without moving.
“Mmmm… móje kochane…” she kissed softly his lips “… you just said what I was trying to before you made me reach this wonderful orgasm,” and, still giggling, she went towards the big window and stared outside.
“Look, it’s great!!”
He came to her and hugged from behind; kissed her neck and ear for then looking at the city cheek-by-cheek with her.
“Yes, it is; but is even more wonderful being with you, little witch.”
They got lost in a long and messy kiss for a while, touching their now naked bodies, enjoying every hidden corner of their anatomy. But the need started to grow inside of them again, as melting together was the only right thing to do on that moment. They hug so strong that the cat run away fearing they could explode. Then, he made her rest against the window gently, facing the rainy street. She felt the cold window pressing against her breasts and pulled out a little with a shiver.
“Damn! It’s so cold!” she said smiling.
“So let me warm you, then”
He went on, worshiping all of her body. Licking from the feet till the ears, following with his hands the round, soft shapes of hers.
“You’re the most perfect girl ever, ‘you know that?” and gently and slowly, he put the tip of his dick inside of her.
“..aa..mmmmm,” again, the indescriptible pleasure of the warm flesh and love. He started to move slowly, standing right behind her, embracing his sweet girl with the whole of his body. The rain drops drummed softly against the glass, like dancing at the same melody the couple was playing. She had her arms and hands against the window, while he covered them with his own, pressing his chest against her back, his crotch against her ass.
“Ha..ha.. look… that kid is watching us,” she said with a giggle, and he stoped licking her neck to have a look, while still keeping the rhythmic movement of their waists.
“Oh, that’s true.” There was a kid down there in the street looking in amazement under the rain. The couple waved friendly and she even wrinkled at him, while her lover pressend deep his cock inside of her. “Well… I guess he had to… discover how this… works one of these days…”
“ Mmmm ahh.. how many people… d’you think that mussst be making love.. right now?” she asked.
“Uhm… that counts.. counts the ones just having sex, lady?”
“Don’t know.. maybe? Oh look, that’s the mother… ah… mmm… she is an ugly angry baba. Ah… yep… she seems to be yelling at u..ss..us.”
“…uhm..poor… kiddo.”
But who could care on that moment, while they were flying in joy over the wet city, feeling more alive than anyone, together in love. The streets, the rain and the world were only theirs, as they were completely open to every little pleasure that existence had to offer. Grey clouds were gathering together, getting one on top of the other as to witness the enjoyment of the young couple. Till it came the moment it was too much and, with a huge thunder, the storm began.
“Aaah… ahh…i’m cumming again, hon… honey!”
“Mmmmme too, princess…”
And as the streets of Prague got flooded by a wall of water, the young lady got her insides filled with the seed of his love and the pleasure of the most delightful sex. She turned to kiss him; and like in a low level Hollywood romance, both of them whispered “I love you,” at the same time and laughed. Then, the pretty girl went down, kissing the chest of the boy till she reached his penis, which she licked as if covered by the most precious liquid in the world.
“He has to be cleaned,” she giggled, moving her tongue all along the top of it. The man smiled tenderly at his loving girl. Right now he could do anything for her. Like, for example, make the meal.
“So, my pretty goddess… leave some empty space in that tinny stomach of yours, and tell me what did you bought? Besides oranges, I mean.” And laughing, they left to the kitchen.