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| LadyEmmaCavendish |
Yesterday I travelled to meet Master. I had a task along the way of flashing a nipple. I didn't quite rise to the challenge (I am such a wuss.) I undid my blouse on the train, more than I usually would and it seemed to keep one guy attentive...waiting for that elusive flash, but it never happened.
I checked in at the hotel where I was staying (nice big
room, SirKay - I recommend lastminute.com) Master had
ordered me to be naked when he arrived. I had already
done most of my ablutions before travelling...bath,
shave, hair, eyebrows, make up etc. I unpacked,
undressed and completed my enemas. Master text and
ordered me to shower before he arrived. I looked oh so
sexy in my shower cap 
I put my hair in the
required bunches and touched my make-up up (had kept my
face dry in the shower). Lubed my ass and waited...
Master arrived, I let him into the room and of course
knelt. What was in store for me? A good fucking
Then Master tried anal...we haven't done it for a while
and it was hurting so much...he was taking it so
gentle...then we spotted blood, so Master abandoned
mission. I got another good fuck instead The
order of things next is a bit of a blurr, but I'm sure
you'll forgive me. Master caned and cropped me.
Fucked me some more.
Got dressed. Red corset, red pvc skirt, fishnets and heels.
Then I was summoned to the bathroom to take his urine. I was so determined to swallow it all. I got one mouthful down. Took the second and swallowed, gagged. Nearly threw up. Just the thought then was making me gag. What am I going to do? How do you stop the gagging feeling? Fortunately Master was pleased that I had done what I could.
Off we went to a party.
When we arrived, Master ordered me to take my coat
off. I am much less self conscious now. We got drinks
and went into the lounge where I knelt at Master's
feet. (I was allowed to drink from a glass) It wasn't
long before Master took me upstairs. I was handcuffed
to the bed and my legs tied to the bedlegs. Master
fucked me. Guys were then queuing up for me to suck
them off and Master allowed a select few to fuck me.
Master was very pleased with my submission. We went to
the dungeon where Master flogged and cropped me. It
felt so good x I was so proud. I took it well.
Master was proud too A final spanking, over the
knee. My favourite 
In the car on the way back to the hotel Master and I
spoke about our different perceptions of humiliation.
His being that of a sexual humiliation nature and mine
being more of doing BDSM things in vanilla situations.
How to dig your hole deeper? Master ordered me to
take my coat off in the car. So, if you were in
central London on Sat night and saw a woman with her
tits and pusy on display...no you were not
hallucinating. I felt very conspicuous initially, til
Master pointed out you can't see into cars when they
are moving, only when they are stationary. I (naughty
slut) didn't tell him that had he put the interior
light on everyone would have seen . We arrived back
at the hotel. Master allowed me to put my coat on,
thank you Sir x x x I had to walk in with it
unbuttoned, tits on display, pussy on display.
Fortunately no one was about.
We went up to the room where Master finally allowed his slut to receive his cum in her pussy twice. A little caning.
Oh to be in Master's arms. I never want it to end.
Sub drop, the worst feeling in the world. To feel on cloud 9 but so hollow inside. The yearning for Master to do anything, a thrashing, a fucking, a phone call, a text. And yet, it is never enough. Masters are like a drug, the more you have, the more you want.
Thank you Master, for being you. I love to be in your presence. I look forward to our future with anticipation and excitement. I will continue to strive towards being the perfect slave, to never make you feel let down. To always make you feel treasured, warm and contented x
Edited Sun 16 Jan 05, 10:48 PM by LadyEmmaCavendish
