Cum slut

He woke with what he described as a boner. She noticed by accident as her hand brushed his lower body. For a while she sat caressing his smooth hardness while she browsed some blogs. He asked if she was enjoying herself, she definitely was.

She closed the laptop lid and lay down. He ran his hand over her soft hairy mound and then leaned down to inspect more closely. Within moments his tongue was running over her clitoris and the feelings of arousal began. He asked if she wanted to cum, of course she did and so he began a count of 10. That first orgasm of the day is always an amazing feeling, it often opens the flood gates of desire for more and more. Luckily for this girl, Master believes in making her into his cum slut and in taking as many orgasms as he can. Within moments came a nipple orgasm, sucking and using his tongue he brought her off quickly.

At his request, she climbed on top of him. The large cock teasing her as it found its way into the tight entrance. She felt it slide in and then Master used his fingers to further excite her. She ground herself down on those fingers, then lifted up so that the cock could slide in and out. Another orgasm was ripped from her body and she felt herself begin to float.

Lying down now, they stroked each other for a while. Master played with his girl and also stroked his own cock. She stroked his lovely hard balls. After a few minutes he told her to spread and next he plunged into her again. Arousal coursed through her and this time he told her the count was 20! She repeated the word Twenty with incredulity. But being the good slave that she tries to be, she concentrated on him and his cock rather than her own need until he counted down to 5. Then she allowed the sensations to rise in herself and gave him the orgasm he desired.

He asked her if she would like it if they were together always and she could spend her days as his sex slave. Not needing to make decisions, dressing to please him, always being ready for him. A 24/7 cum slut; who wouldn’t want that?

What’s in a name?

Last weekend Master and His girl were chatting about the way they refer to each other. Master asked if she remembered Him calling her by her given name, she couldn’t think of a day when that had happened.

To Him, she is girl or this girl. Often during sex, as previously mentioned she is bitch or cunt. Since she has never been anyone else’s girl or indeed bitch or cunt, she loves this fact.

Early on in the relationship, when it was still D/s, or even before D/s was confirmed for that matter, Master requested that this girl referred to herself as such. At the time it felt like it would be a challenge to comply to His wishes. He said He felt it would help her with her submission and this turned out to be true. By avoiding reference to ‘I’ and thinking and speaking of herself as this girl subtle changes seemed to occur. She started off by using the third person in her blog, writing is often easier than saying something out loud. Over a short time the thinking and writing became second nature so that the girl felt she could easily refer to herself as such to others. Speaking to Master too, it became ever easier to call herself this girl.

Roll forward almost two years and this girl isn’t always perfect at remembering not to use the work ‘I’ during normal conversation and Master doesn’t always insist on it. However it is still a requirement and most of the time it is second nature. He is Master and this girl is just that. What is more He is her Master and she is His girl.

Postscript Sept 2018

Since I moved in with Master he has more frequently referred to me as ‘this girl’. This is a change. Over the past couple of years we had stopped using third person terms, other than in the bedroom. But the clear direction now is to pick this up again. We both want to develop our M/s relationship into one that is 24/7. Using the third person to refer to myself in his company is one of the ways we will likely to this. Watch this space.