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Thursday 19th July
I wake rested after an early night and text Master to say good morning. I receive an immediate reply. Master says that He missed His Cum Girl very much last night and that He is looking forward to seeing her tonight. I leave for work a very happy Cum Girl secure in the knowledge that I belong to Master.
The day drags. I am eager to be home preparing the house and myself for Master’s visit, but Cum Girl has learnt to control her moods and stays focused on her work. Home, I tidy and clean my house to ensure that it is as Master would wish. Before Master my home was often chaotic. Master emphasised that Cum Girl represented him in everything she did and that she was to attain the standards He expected. Cum Girl is to be suitably attired, to maintain her house and possessions well, and to behave appropriately at all times. I have struggled with the breadth of this instruction, both in thought and deed, but recently it has become second nature for me and I am now more in control of my life, relationships and surroundings.
House tidy, I bathe, wash my hair, shave my pussy, armpits, legs, dry myself, apply TendSkin to my pussy, moisturise my body, dry and straighten my hair, apply my make-up and consider my wardrobe. I settle on the charcoal and black dress I bought in USC with my red ankle strap heels. This is my favourite outfit and Master always comments on how pretty I look in it. This thought gives me a warm glow and I feel a gentle shudder pass through me. Dressing for Master is easy as everything in my wardrobe has been selected by Him; I never have to worry about whether what I am wearing is appropriate. If I make a poor selection then He tells me what He wishes me to wear and I go and change.
I leave the dress unbuttoned to the base of my cleavage so that if Master wishes to inspect my breasts He may do so without the necessity of having to undo my clothing. Cum Girl’s body belongs to her Master and she always ensures that it is easily available for inspection. Cum Girl’s breasts are small so cleavage is probably not the correct word but with the dress unbuttoned Master will be presented with a gentle curve of flesh which I hope He will find pleasing.
Before I was Cum Girl I was unhappy with my body; I felt too fat, too pale, my breasts too small, my arse flabby, my stomach bulging. Now I belong to Master, He decides whether He is happy with how I look and if He wishes something changed He tells me what He expects. At His instruction, I now keep my pubis shaven, my nipples have been pierced, I am growing my hair and I do daily exercises to tone my body. Knowing that Master is happy with His Cum Girl’s appearance has made me more confident. I am happy and proud of Cum Girl’s body. Correction: I love Cum Girl’s body, love Cum Girl’s appearance, love Cum Girl’s confidence and love being Cum Girl.
I wait for Master, nervous and expectant. Master always informs Cum Girl of what time he will arrive and is always on time. Cum Girl has learnt the importance of punctuality. Tonight Master has said He will arrive at 8.00pm and therefore she is ready, awaiting His arrival at 7.45pm. The last 15 minutes are unbearable; a coffee, a cigarette, straightening things that don’t need straightening, checking my appearance yet again, watching the second hand drift round, my heart beat quickens and worries, fears, dreads flit unwanted through my mind.
Then He is here. There is a smile on His face; His arms encircle me, holding me close, His eyes penetrate to my core, divining, comprehending, laying me bare before Him, and His lips draw my upturned mouth to Him. Then His tongue is inside my mouth, Master is in Cum Girl and I am complete.
I ask Master if He wishes for a coffee and go and make drinks. Then I fetch my collar, bring it to Him. There is a specified position for collaring; kneeling, head slightly bowed, hands crossed at the wrist behind my back. My collar is leather with metal studs and has moulded to the shape of my neck through wear. It was too big and Master made extra holes so that now it fits snugly and for the next hour I will be conscious of its presence. But by morning it will be part of me and I will feel a loss when I have to remove it and return to the vanilla world.
My collar is the symbol of Master ownership and my submission. As I kneel before Him, head bowed, servile and compliant, as Master does up the buckle at the nape of my neck, as He smoothes my hair back into place I feel secure, owned and safe; that I am once again in my proper place.
Collar fixed, Master sits back and I lower myself to show Him my obedience; hands to the floor, head at His feet, kissing His shoes. This is the ritual, showing that I accept Him as my Master and will follow His instruction. Master leans forward strokes my back and flanks, admiring His property, entwines his hand in my lengthening hair and gently lifts my head till our eyes meet.
?You may sit Cum Girl.?
I sit and we chat. We talk through the bits and pieces of our lives. I ask for guidance and Master provides support and direction. We play a couple of games of cards, we do a crossword puzzle, I open a bottle of wine and pour us drinks, we relax and we laugh. We are a happy couple spending time together. But throughout I maintain correct posture, show proper respect, and address Him as I should. I am restrained and demure; so different from my behaviour in the past.
Master wishes to inspect my nipples. I have large nipples and they have never been a part of my body I particularly love. They have never featured greatly in my sexual relations and I had never derived much pleasure from having them stimulated. However, since they’ve been pierced they are far more sensitive and the mixed sensation of pleasure and pain when Master caresses them or takes them in his mouth has been strong enough to make me cum. Their normal state is placid, mere bumps nestled into my breasts but Master wishes for them to be erect, to be an outward show of my arousal whilst in His company. Cum Girl’s pussy should be wet and her nipples hard.
Master undoes two more buttons on my dress and pulls it wide from my shoulders exposing my breasts. His thumb and first finger close around each nipple and gently stroke them, pulling on them slightly. They are semi erect, firm enough to receive his caress, but not so stiff that the skin is taut. He lowers His mouth to my left nipple, sucks it gently, slides his tongue under my piercing ring to lick and then takes it fully in His mouth, sucking firmly. At the feel of His lips on my nipple I am gone, lost, physically I no longer control my body, it belongs to Master and it will perform as He desires.
With my nipple in Master's mouth my pussy instantly goes from wet to soaked. I spread my legs as wide as I am able, my vaginal muscles clench frantically around my empty wetness, I throw my head back, thrust my pelvis forward, wrap my arms around Masters back, my teeth bite my lower lip, my breathing heavy, my body is shaking and I am cuming and cuming and cuming. Each orgasm is separate, each one individual, but they are continual. The next one is always arriving before the last one has finished and they build. My first orgasm overwhelms me, it is tenderness, it is romance, it is affection and it is love. My 10th, is desire, is lust, is sex, is need and Master takes me there, pushes my body until physically I lose control, till even breathing becomes difficult, till my body jerks like a badly manipulated marionette, till I reach the point of collapse. It is then when the lack of oxygen, the continual orgasms, when the light in my head becomes unbearably bright, when with another few moments I would pass out, it is only then that I signal Master to stop.
Master strips me, spreads me on a chair naked in front of my patio window, lights on, visible to all my neighbours; His fingers are in me, manipulating me and I cum and cum until again I signal Him to stop. One day I will completely let go, I'll not signal and will cum till I faint, till I black out, till I collapse at Masters feet, with pleasure. One day, but not tonight.
The evenings are always to short, there is always too little time, always work in the morning and all too soon it is time to go to bed. It is 12.30, I am exhausted and Master seems fatigued, we wash, clamber into bed, I snuggle against His chest and fall asleep deliriously happy.
Maybe I had a minute, perhaps even two then Master’s hand is on my wrist. He lifts my hand moves it from His chest to rest on His cock. I feel it against my palm, encircle it with my fingers, stroke it gently, feel it come alive beneath me, feel it stiffen, feel the blood flowing through it. The rest of me is still; my head remains on Master’s chest, my breasts pushed hard against Him. I do nothing but stroke Master’s cock with my hand. I have not been instructed to do anything else. This is what Master requires of Cum Girl. It is not Cum Girl’s place to take the initiative, if He requires anything more He will signal it to me.
So I lie and stroke Master’s cock, feeling my arousal growing, feeling the wetness between my legs, the stiffness of my nipples. Then Master’s voice:
?Nipples.?
?Hard Master.?
?Pussy.?
Wet Master.?
As I say it, as Master focuses my attention I can feel my nipples stiffen, feel the juices from my pussy soak my thighs.
?Together Cum Girl.?
?Nipples Hard.?
?Pussy Wet.?
We speak the words in unison. Exhalations of breath meeting, merging and becoming one: until my whole world is Master’s hard cock and Cum Girl’s soaking pussy and erect nipples.
?Nipples Hard.?
?Pussy Wet.?
Cum Girl repeats her mantra. Her nipples proud buds, hard and erect, her pussy awash as her orgasms begin to overtake her and Master watches her.
?Nipples Hard.?
?Pussy Wet.?
The words struggle out, my breathing is ragged. Master pats my arse. This is an instruction and I respond immediately, swing my leg over Him, straddle Him, place his cock at the entrance to my pussy and hold myself there feeling the bulbous head of Him nestled between my soft wet lips. Master adjusts Himself slightly, repositions me a little and places His hands on my arse holding me poised above Him.
?You are going to cum on command Cum Girl.?
It is an instruction not a question.
?Yes Master.?
?I am going to use a different word tonight Cum Girl.?
?Yes Master.?
?I am going to use the word ‘Master’. Is that acceptable Cum Girl??
?Yes Master.?
Master usually uses the word ‘cum’ to instruct me to orgasm but Cum Girl is very happy to cum for Master no matter which word he uses. He is watching me, assessing His Cum Girl, checking my response to this change of instruction. I am above Him eyes half closed, flushed and expectant, eager for Him to use me for His pleasure.
Although I am on top I will have no control over our lovemaking. From the first stroke to the last orgasm Master will control every movement, the positioning of our bodies, the pace, whether I am penetrated or empty, whether I am allowed to cum or whether I must hold my orgasm back. It is unbelievable, amazing; Master takes responsibility for both our pleasure and all Cum Girl needs to do is obey.
Gently, slowly, Master starts to lower me onto Him. I feel every inch of Him slide into me. Feel his hardness stroke the length of my soft wetness. There is no rush, He owns Cum Girl’s pussy and wishes to feel it envelop Him. Then He is there, filling me. My clitoris nestles against his pubis and the base of his shaft spreads my pussy lips.
?Master.?
I cum.
That’s it. That is how it is. He says the command word and I cum. I am His. He requires His Cum Girl to cum therefore she cums.
He holds me still feeling my body shake, feeling my pussy clench around Him. He pushes down with His thumbs on the top of my arse and pushes His pelvis slightly harder against mine. He holds me there.
?Master.?
I cum.
He starts to withdraw, slowly, carefully, feeling my pussy twitch around Him till the head of His cock is once again gently parting my lips.
?Master.?
I cum.
He pushes into me, slightly faster this time and as he reaches my inner depths, the command comes.
?Master.?
He pulls me down to him, rests my head by His and fills my mouth with two of His fingers.
?Master.?
Fingers and cock move out and then in.
?Master.?
Cock still, fingers out and in.
?Master.?
Just His fingers moving out and in.
?Master.?
Fucking my mouth.
?Master.?
The command coming with each penetration.
?Master.?
And with each command.
?Master.?
My pussy clenches and vibrates as orgasm after orgasm floods me.
Now he switches. His fingers are stuffed deep into my mouth whilst His cock strokes in and out of me. An easy rhythm, but now no commands, no instructions and I am holding myself, feeling the tension grow in me, quivering, vibrant, expectant and I know Master can feel it too, is waiting for the point when I can hold no more.
?Master.?
I collapse, sobbing and panting on to Him as this orgasm rips me apart.
He holds me close, strokes my hair, strokes my back, I can feel Him deep inside me. He is talking to me, I need to concentrate, understand what He is saying, and understand what He requires of me.
I am to command myself. I am to say the command word. I am to be responsible for my own release. He tilts my head upwards till He is looking into my eyes, fixes me there with a gaze, His cock thrusts into me.
?Master.?
I pant out the command, cuming instantaneously.
?Master.?
I can’t command myself quickly enough.
?Master.?
Breathing, speaking and cuming simultaneously.
?Master.?
As He penetrates me.
?Master.?
The word a gurgle in my throat.
?Master.?
My pussy awash with sensation.
?Master.
My body a thousand points of pleasure.
Master pleasures my body for an hour and a half. 90 minutes of continual orgasms. At one point I signal to Him that I can’t go on and He pauses looks me over and tells me that I haven’t reached that point yet and returns to making my body cum. He is right of course, I am not done and my orgasms now are huge, immense, shaking my core and Master is holding my head by my hair and watching me carefully. He quickens the pace and I can’t breathe anymore, can’t speak anymore; all I am is a receptacle for His cock.
?Master.?
He utters this command. I feel His body tense beneath me, feel Him shaking, feel His breath heavy against my neck, feel His heartbeat racing, feel His cock pulsate deep inside me, feel His cum explode, feel it shoot into me, feel it coat my pussy, feel it become one with my own orgasm. He cums, I cum, we cum as the single symbiotic entity that we are.
We lie, physically and mentally exhausted, recovering.
Master says that he is going to go and have a cigarette and would I like to go and join him.
?No thank you Master.?
I cum. I am lying in bed, exhausted, replying to a simple question and as I utter ‘that word’, I cum. It is completely involuntary and Master has seen it.
?Are you sure you don’t wish to join me Cum Girl??
?No.?
?No Cum Girl??
I get that look; the one that tells me to redress my behaviour.
?No thank you Master.?
Before ‘that word’ leaves my lips I know that I am going to cum and as my lips join to form the ‘m’ sound my orgasm floods through me.
I do join Master downstairs for a cigarette. I try to avoid saying ‘that word’ but Master insists on being addressed correctly and every time I say ?Master? I cum. Till this moment I had not realised how many times I say ‘that word’, and a five minute conversation over a cigarette has me orgasming with every sentence I utter.
We return to bed. Snuggle down. It is 2.30am we both need to sleep.
?Goodnight Cum Girl.?
?Goodnight Master.?
My pussy tenses, spasms of pleasure shoot across my pubis, my clitoris throbs, my breath catches, cum juice floods my vagina and then seconds later I am asleep.
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