Collarspace.com

Horizontal Line
Vertical Line
Horizontal Line

Horizontal Line

Horizontal Line

Friends:
Master0690Tops4dbigezyoungdom63OSUDaddyPainMaster10
RichDomIndysouthernohioguy

Horizontal Line

Vertical Line

Seeking to be owned and used.Desires have been denied too long.My life is firmly in the vanilla world where Iam a mother,daughter,sister,friend,co-worker and lost soul.My body craves and needs to be used.My pussy gets soaked just thinking of kneeling to my Master as he decides what I need and deserve.My body would be his property.I would only let all of my fuckholes be used by him and who he chooses.I want a Master who doesnt expect perfection in all things but who will not tolerate anything less when I am serving him.His pleasure would be my only concern.I would be guaranteed nothing other than to be used.I must worship him and relinquish myself when I am before him. If he sees those things within me or my physical appearance that are not pleasing to him I must put his request before my own personal preference.Iam his property.That is all. Ideally, I would be his only slave.Not a deal breaker.I have had two Masters in this journey and Iam grateful for all they exposed me to.Without them I would have remained in the dark instead of knowing the true pleasure of giving yourself to someone so clearly more equipped to know what I need...and deserve.I love being collared.My Masters hand tightly around my leash and collar leading me to what will bring happiness to him..Iam his.He is NOT mine.

Horizontal Line

12/2/2011 4:59:52 AM

He didnt have a chance really...I imagine he spent his day preparing for our night together...what he would say..how he would keep the conversation flowing..how he would ask more questions and be attentive and kind instead of overbearing and pushy..Maybe he even replayed past nights out with me trying to see what he did to create the lapse in our time together.I could tell in his voice he was surprised I had answered the phone.I wonder if he could tell the dread and almost panic when it finally dawned on me who's voice I was hearing...He had been on a small list of vanillas that I had played with in between uses.As my desire and need grew for my Master I slowly eliminated vanilla play.Like any addict, substitution is futile.Before, I could serve my Master and skip happily back into my other world with ease but as my addiction to my Masters cock and taste grew so did my need to be in service to him.Hateful,playful,dressed,undressed,wanting me,tolerating me...it didnt matter...my Master was all I craved.Hence, the lack of need for vanilla boys....

As my need grew, my Master did not make any additional room for me in his life, so whatever discomfort I felt was my burden alone......My Master makes me no promises..not for today...not for tomorrow...not for this hour....Iam alone in this and that too makes my pussy drip.

I spent last night being treated like a queen..eye contact..soothing caresses..compliments...soft whispers and thank yous as the night ended...a much too long embrace as I slipped into my own car...a much too soon text telling me how great the night was and how he didnt want it to end....I wanted to feel something...anything really...except for the pity that was slowly building in my stomach...I wondered if my desperation for my Master was similiar to this and did my Master find my hunger for him as daunting as I found my dates'to be.I drove around before I went home....Uncertain of who Iam becoming....Must I relinquish self respect in all areas of my life to be a slave to this man I crave? Why am I pushing the good away in hopes of a few hours a week with a man that I will never truly have? I know Iam a slave...my Master has cultivated that and what is before you, is his work alone, but am I not just an amusement for a very small portion of his life? Is that part of what feeds this need?His distance,emotionally seems to fuel me.Iam convinced as I get ready for bed that I must figure this out in my heart and head....then my phone makes the noise that I assigned to my Master and my body responds, without my permission, as the sound of his voice fills my ears..As I crawl under my covers,phone tightly to my ear..I realize Iam smiling...for the first time tonight...and no one can even see it.He does that to me and he's not even trying.............


11/27/2011 10:38:35 PM

Things are changing...ever slight... but for certain..changing.

Makes me sad..makes me uncertain...makes me feel very alone.


11/22/2011 5:18:35 AM

My Master mentions the use of me with another of his subs. My need to please him and my own curiosity has me more than interested...My Master has been very patient as I learn to be less greedy and more focused on his wants.Iam well aware that this should not be an issue as his wants/needs are all that matter,yet I know he is patient simply because he knows the way in which I process things and that once I have embraced his want I will crave it as I did things I once considered limits....I have begged him to let me sit quietly as he sessions with others...watching his cock go into another whores waiting mouth as she sits in her own cunt juice in anticipation evokes many feelings for this slave.Watching her devour his cock and follow his instructions while wearing his collar and begging for all of the same things my body needs from him is something I need to experience...I need to make my mind wrap around the idea that Iam not the important one in this equation....neither is the sub getting ready to have her ass stretched by my Master's beautiful cock...he is all that matters...who is under him is irrelevant...They are lucky to be there...dont get me wrong... it is but a moment...then I will be there and it will be my moment.....God...I want to behave so I can give this to my Master....Letting a sub eat my pussy or ass simply because she craves the cum my Master placed there (or vise versa) does sound incredible...But knowing this greedy slave, I fear I will not relinquish, graciously, that which the sub will want....Perhaps my Master will let me stay afterwards and use me all over again then make me lick him clean....Or worse case...I behave badly and he denies me as punishment....or I dont suck it up and do what he wants and I lose days that will go to a sub willing to do what pleases her Master....Damn.................Tuesday sucks!


11/22/2011 4:54:46 AM

Life keeps getting in the way and as I tackle things once ignored,I find my cravings diminishing...I have long suspected that the intensity to be used grew to such proportion when my vanilla life would be at its most demanding....Regardless.....I miss it...I miss the vivid images of my Master and all he does to me.The feel of his hands around my collar or the sound of his voice telling me what he expects....I miss thinking I wont make it through the day if this man does not use me because in my simple slave mind...his use of me equates his want of me.And I need to be wanted by this man,that only 8 months ago,I didnt know existed.Iam certain that if I shared this with him and I probably will when iam at his feet...he would tell me...with no uncertainty that this too is just one of the many stages I will experience as I learn to make this lifestyle a part of both of my worlds.This isnt his first rodeo he will say....His words will guide me when I am near him. In the other part of my life I will keep his lessons close to me as I await his use of me....his hard,repeated use of me....Wait...maybe just writing this on this silly computer screen is enough to arouse my cravings.....one more way I connect to him...


11/16/2011 7:04:53 AM

Soooo.... two days ago I discovered what the "bulk mail" button does exactly....seems I had never checked that particular mailbox and in it was tons of emails that I was never aware of....thinking I may be a little slow....but was surprised by all the nice things that people wrote....Just because Im extremely OCD...Iam committed to responding to the ones I believe took some effort......later tater....


11/14/2011 10:12:05 AM

3:47a.m.Sunday..the vibrating of my phone awakens me.My eyes are drawn to the screen as my Masters' simple words are displayed..."I will leave the door unlocked".My body immediately reacts to his texts as Iam more than grateful he has chosen me.He knows I will be there.He offers no more text.He wants.Thats all I need to know.I slip into my clothes, ever mindful that he is easily annoyed when I am not in slut wear.Iam not to enter his bed with normal bedtime attire.Regardless if he uses me or not.

When I arrive..I must again remind myself of the things that he enjoys,allows and will not tolerate.My excitement is not enjoyed or tolerated.I must be very quiet when I slide in next to him.Being still or quiet is a huge accomplishment for me as my urge to devour him grows.His smell,his own and those on him from being out,fills my nose.Iam beyond happy just laying next to him and stroking and rubbing every inch of his body..I listen to the low groaning sounds he makes..each one as different as the other...some letting me know he is pleased,some letting me know Iam failing him.Any encouragement...from my Master...leaves me breathless..

It is almost noon before he rises..which he does quickly as he has places to be.I ask him if I could please taste his cock or ass..Iam denied but told to stay.Which I do.After a few minutes I enter the room he is in and get on my knees as he speaks on the phone.I move closer to him..wanting to plead with him to let me put his cock in my mouth..instead he orders me to him..."Suck my cock" is all I need to hear, as my mouth fills up with my Masters beautiful,thick cock.My hands on the back of his legs for better leaverage as he fucks my face to his satisfaction.Only when iam ordered to the other room am I certain my Master will use my fuckholes.He jerks my jeans down,not giving me a chance to even unbutton them as he tells me to bend over so he can see my whoreholes clearly.My body shakes as he alternates between my pussy and ass..my arm is held down and I explode when Iam unable to touch my aching clit.His words still in my ears..."such a good fucking whore" as he unloads in my ass.I thank him repeatedly as I pull my jeans up...I am allowed to lick his cockjuice before he leaves the room...Hhmmmm...Needless to say...the rest of Sunday dimmed in comparision...Now I wait...for him to want me again...the cycle continues as my need grows...{#} 


11/8/2011 7:59:16 PM

Promise to my Master....tested early Sunday around 1:30am with one text...by 2:30am Iam instructed to come to him.He promises me nothing as he has been out all night.As I drive the 50 miles to his house I know that just being near him is all I require.I enter his house and quietly lock the door behind me.An hour has passed since his text and the silence lets me know that my Master is fast asleep.I pull my boots off and gently slide in beside my sleeping Dom.I breathe in all that he is as I remind myself to not startle him with my excitement.His back is to me and my hands begin to explore every inch of him,from his clean shaven head to the bottom of his legs.Gently..I can feel every part of me come alive as I mentally store how he feels under my fingers.His smell alone has my pussy dripping and soon I have inched my way to the center of the bed,positioning myself to were my mouth can take his cock.His leg shifts and I secure my spot.I cant imagine being happier as I suck and lick, my tongue lazily tasting everything.I stayed in that position until I left,,,I fell in and out of sleep ,resuming my massage and cocksucking each time.My Master never touched me.He remained asleep..until I left..right about the time the sun was coming up.I will say without hesitation that I would make that drive any time just to be near him,for even a chance for him to use me or for me to simply rub,suck or lick him.I love to be expected to be waiting for him,irregardless of my needs.Iam slowly being consumed by my desires for him....  


11/8/2011 7:27:17 PM

{#} I will never be able to completely be my Masters' slave unless I allow myself to relish in moments others' share with my Master.Although I have came a long way in this process I still struggle to find genuine joy in thoughts of my Master having sessions not involving me.Iam greedy...I admit that...I need to control that part of me...I want to get to a point that I experience real pleasure from knowing my Master is being served and that he is happy, even if Iam not the whore providing it to him.

Envy and greed do not flatter a submissive especially if it breeds brattiness and intolerance.I will improve...


11/7/2011 5:31:26 AM

Monday,8:29am and I can already tell this day is going to rock.....


11/5/2011 12:18:38 PM

Waking up at 2pm is not my norm...Either is coming in at 7am..No interest in repeating it anytime soon.....What was my point? Oh yeah,I meant to post this yesterday before I left for the night...but I want to use this journal as a way to be very clear on the fact that I am a collared slave to my Master.Iam what Iam because and for him exclusively.I post on here for several reasons,many self-serving but never for the intention of allowing or suggesting the use of my Master's three fuckholes.In accepting the honor of serving him I relinquished any and all say in what happens or doesnt happen to my body.

Although I struggle in between uses and do enjoy the different Doms and their own fetishes I would never allow it to go further than emails or text unless my Master instructed me to do so.With that being said...I expect my email will probably begin to thin out.If your dominate and still want to talk in spite of the above just know I do truly enjoy learning from those Doms who have actually moved out of their parents basements and had sex recently with a "real" living person,not those images created at band camp.

Have a great Saturday....


11/2/2011 6:59:32 PM

Found my first absolute and non-negotiable limit.

Married men or men in relationships

I have no interest in your desires,cravings or what you can do for me.

I suppose you could lie to me but even small children know the truth always has a way of coming out.

So lets not waste each others time.....there are plenty of woman who can accomodate you in spite of your marital status.Search on.....


11/2/2011 5:22:23 AM

10/31/2011...finally my Master has asked for me.I was determined not to repeat my last performance and to prove to my Master that iam the obedient,grateful cumslut he deserves.All I could think of was being between his legs,smelling him,waiting for his instruction.I was certain there was nothing I wouldnt do to taste his thick load.What I had allowed myself to forget was my stupid journal entry about my weekend in Columbus.My Master had not.As usual,upon entering,I got on my knees and positioned myself in front of the place my Master would soon be. I secured the heavy collar,left out for me, around my neck,feeling the coldness of the steel on my tits.I quickly blindfolded myself and awaited my Masters' entrance.I was aware of my need to be still yet did not hear my Master approaching until I felt the impact of his hand striking my bare skin and the jerking of my head as he twisted my hair into his fist.In seconds my body was twisted to accomodate the direction his voice was coming from.Still startled..my body began to react to the fact that this man,my Master was near and touching me,regardless of amount of force or intent.

His voice..reminding me of my journal entry... let me know very quickly that this session was about teaching me a lesson.A lesson of ownership..his ownership..and the consequences of being a filthy whore outside of his instruction.No excuse existed for allowing anyone to use my fuckholes, as they are the sole property of my Master.For whatever reason iam not finding it in my best interest to divulge all that my Master inflicted on me during my "lesson" but I will say that two days later iam still feeling the effects.Within hours of leaving him all I could think of was returning to him.Iam beginning this day in the same way.Iam totally addicted to the pain that he causes my body but fear that this addiction is growing in intensity.I do not want to disappoint my Master in any way by allowing another to use my fuckholes to satisfy this appetite that seems to fucking consume me.Usually writing a journal entry helps me through the fog in my mind ,created by my need for my Master.No such luck as of this minute.Its going to be a very long day....


10/31/2011 6:11:11 AM

For whatever reason my mind crawls into some fucked up places when I go too long in between uses.My need to be degraded and shown what a useless cunt iam is magnified to the point that any form of interaction seems appropriate.

Hence, this journal entry.

I spent the weekend with friends in Columbus,ready to cheer Braxton and the boys on.Got to our hotel..everythings perfect...headed toward the stadium,9 of us,all in one suv.Not usually a big deal..alcohol is flowing and a light,accidental stroke across my tits by my friends boyfriend,brings our eyes to connect.He mouths ,"Im sorry"and has a slight smile.No one seemed to notice yet every time I looked up his eyes met mine.I blamed the alcohol and reminded myself he was off limits.Throughout the day he was unusually attentive and before the game was over I could hear my friend questioning his motive and soon his efforts were on convincing her he was just being nice.Of course the game was incredible so ignoring their actions was pretty easy.Only after the 3rd quarter did I check my phone and find the text messages...each one more detailed then the next.He watched as I read each one.At this point,my sense of judgement is not at a very high point and my need to get fucked is overwhelming.From the time we left the stadium and at each bar we went to, he found a way to be near me,touching in some way,the entire night.The pure secrecy alone made my pussy throb and before we all said goodnight,I slipped him my room card.FUCK! immediately I regretted it.I was sharing a room with a married male friend of mine and even though he was one of the few vanilla's on the planet that knew of my need to be submissive he also knew how I felt about dipping in to someone else's relationship.I feel asleep with the room spinning.My friend covered me up and slid my shoes off my feet.I asked him to lay down with me..like a million times before.As he did, I put my hand on his chest in hopes of making the room still.I awoke to the sensation of fingers separating my cunt and a tongue licking and sucking my clit as I tried to assess what was happening.As Im wriggling trying to see who is working so fucking hard to make me explode I hear my married friend telling me to take it...hes smiling and I know he must be hoping to watch.Problem is...I can always say no to vanilla sex.Always.What I cant refuse is DOMINANCE and if even one part of this man approach would have been dominant I would have been up all night allowing myself to be used like I so badly needed.Instead....I let myself get off...twice.. before I pulled his head up to face me.I slowly closed my legs and smiled,mouthing "I just cant".He thought I was choosing out of loyality to my friend....My married friend looked blankly at me.I mumbled something and rolled over,pretending to be content with falling back to sleep.All the while....Im thinking...you came sooo fucking close...even pulling my hair...or telling me I was going to get fucked would have secured your spot...but you didnt.A real dominant man would have.You just turned out to be painfully vanilla in your game...although I do give you props for the pussy eating...job well done...


10/28/2011 6:57:34 PM

Started out simply enough...A few emails asking how my search is going..shared some details about what this lifestyle gives to each of us...just strangers being friendly in a world that cant be shared by those closest to us.

Then a question about my Master.Not a question about what he gives to me but a question about what he doesnt give to me.I am imagining this new friend of mine read in my journal entries and concluded that in addition to being an intentional insignificant slave to my Master that he would probably...if given a chance...treat me much the same way in our vanilla worlds, if by chance, they should ever collide.I tried to move to another topic as I told him these imaginary scenarios were a waste of time and time was the one thing I dont have to spare.Yet he seemed intent on "opening"my mind.He asked if my Master had ever let me serve him while Iam not blindfolded.I said yes.He asked if my Master ever touches me with his hands.Not with something in his hands,but his actual hands.My mind began to play some of our "sessions".Even with my ability to be easily distracted..I answered yes.He said he would bet me 100.00 dollars that Im not being completely honest with myself.Then he promises only one more question...I relent...only because my "blocked" list is growing and Im trying to be more open to things that I may not understand or those that frustrate me,as in this case.

Does he ever kiss you?Does he ever fill your mouth with a hunger that only true desire can create? Does he ever bite your lip and slide his tongue into the very space he fucks for his pleasure? I read his message and begin to berate myself for once again losing time I will never get back.He takes my slow response as proof that he has hit a nerve.I am smiling to myself as I answer my new friend.No he does not kiss me.Not even once.Not on the back of my neck the first time he entered my ass.Not when Iam kneeling in front of him,eager,collared and ready to do all he asks of me.Not when he has me bound and licking his cum from a bowl.Not even after I am allowed to remove the funnel,taped to my face, to drink his warm piss.No he does not kiss me.Oddly enough,this has been a conversation between my Master and myself...not intended for this journal...and the truth is...Im still the luckiest dirty slut I know.I am his slave.Iam grateful if Iam only breathing the same air he breathes.I would drive each and every time he needs me and be happy to only leave with his thick load.I serve him.I tell my friend that as much as I appreciate his time and his attempt to crawl into my head...theres just not enough room in there for doubt..and I wish him luck.Then I block him.I said I was trying to change...I didnt say how I was doing with that****


10/25/2011 4:55:28 AM

11 words,formed in 3 quick,short sentences was all it took for my Master to calm the sickness in my stomach.11 words letting this ignorant,unworthy whore know that she will remain his collared slave,to do as he says,when he says.

I can not wait to be on my knees in front of him,his skin under my hands as I caress every inch of his body.My Master has an appetite for intensity...but only at his pace.He craves the filthiest,dirtiest kind of play and through his training,my body has come to rely on this.

I allow him to do things that no man has ever done to me.In fact,at this point begging him to continue to do these things seems as natural as breathing.

Iam going to have a great Tuesday...all because of 11 words.


10/24/2011 5:47:59 AM

My performance was less than lackluster and even now,10 hours later,I am still angry at myself.My Master had requested,early in the day,that I prepare to serve him last night.His simple instructions are the beginning to my time with him, as each task I fulfill to get to him,are like teasing strokes on my already eager clit.From the time I realized I grabbed the wrong outfit to the time I almost was made to leave without my Master's cum inside of me,I had become bratty.I was punished upon arrival for remarks I had made while speaking to my Master at another time.As bad as it stung I was so grateful to be kneeling at his feet,collared,blindfolded and waiting....my eagerness annoyed him and the punishment restarted.Iam not yet accustomed to that level of pain and my thrashing around and pleas for him to stop only generate more strikes.I could feel the heat from each welt as he finally allowed me to touch him.My need to feel him under my hands was so intense that I was afraid that he could see my desparation.He does not like harsh touching when it comes to him.Not on any part of his body.At times my eagerness has angered him so as I stroke where he will allow ,I am ever mindful that he will deny me if he has to repeat himself to often.For whatever reason,I seemed determined to sabotage my time with him.I spoke out of turn,I asked questions when I should have only been saying thank you and on top of all that I was just plain bratty.He did this incredible binding thing where my legs and arms were bound and my legs spread apart.Somehow it was tied behind my head and while my feet were in the air my ass and pussy were fully accessable to his whim.My questions had come to annoy him and soon a ball was placed securely in my mouth to eliminate that problem.As he was beginning to stretch my cunt with his newest toy the ball in my mouth started to burn my lips and tongue.Rather than deal with it and make his needs a priority I struggled and whined until he removed the ball from my mouth.His laughter at my discomfort made me pissy and everything from there went down hill.Since I was in a different mind set everything he did seemed to hurt.My whining made him force feed me the toy he was just moments ago stretching my cunt with.My pain seemed to be a form of amusement to him but soon he quit and entered my ass with his thick cock.I can get off just by him fucking my ass.He is a freak when it comes to this skill and his cock ramming my ass is as natural as my pussy getting fucked.Within moments he pulls his cock out and is annoyed at my less then stellar job of preparing for him.Let me say...the next 30 minutes or so consisted of me being a human mop,as he pulled my hair to clean up any juices on his floor from my leaking fuckholes.I reached for my clothes and as I was slidding my jeans up he began to strike me as he did not tell me to get dressed.I was scurrying around trying to find my coat to protect myself from his strikes.He grabbed me by my hair and threw me into his door as he told me maybe I needed a few weeks without his cum inside of me before I could stop being such a cunt.He ordered me to open up my coat and he began to write whore,slut and cum on my tits.I refused to look and he dragged me by my hair into his bathroom and forced me to look in the mirror.My tits were red and swollen from his hands earlier and the sight of them in the mirror made me beg him to let me suck his cock.He pushed me into the living room and on to my knees where he allowed me to suck his beautiful cock.Within minutes he pulled me to my feet and started yanking at my jeans...as they were partially down he rammed his cock into my ass and soon I was filled with his sweet load.Iam never allowed to clean up before leaving.So I know the routine.Although I should have been less cuntly at this point my mouth continued to say things that my Master did not find amusing.A couple hits to the head and jaw finally brought my silence.I left him feeling very disappointed in myself but even more afraid that my inability to behave will lessen his desire to use me.I can not even play with the idea that he will not use me for awhile...If by some small miracle my Master reads this please know Iam so sorry for my behavior last night.In all my desires your happiness is what I crave.Its what fuels me to want to be the whore you want me to be.Please do not punish me with time away from you.I will only improve,I promise....


10/22/2011 7:09:22 AM

Im not sure what the greater evil is...searching for a Master to own this filthy whore or to be owned and spend every waking moment waiting for my Master to use me.

As this vanilla life pulls me in 100 different directions my mind is filled with images of how he uses me for his own perverse pleasure,all the while,training my body to crave,to the point of addiction,all that he is.Iam owned.Even typing that onto this screen makes my cunt throb.As I move through my day the need for his taste on my tongue increases and thoughts of being on my knees,blindfolded,collared and at his mercy control me.He has taken me from a starving,jealous sub to a grateful,greedy slave who can not deny him.My genuine pleasure,my greatest releases have come  after he has inflicted his most twisted dirtiest,filthiest desires on me.I have been lucky.He has been patient with me in regards to growing accustomed to the idea that there are slaves and subs, beside myself, who crave him and who he craves.I am learning with each day that he has many facets of this lifestyle that he enjoys and that each of us play a role.He knows how my body reacts when he allows me close enough to smell him and that to taste him I will sacrifice anything.I am 3 fuckholes.That is all.When he desires me,I come.When he does not use me,Iam only hopeful that who he chooses brings him whatever pleasure he desires at that moment.If not,I only hope that he orders me to him, so that he can take it out on me.His marks are all over my ass and tits and often they alone can make me want to explode.He gets such pleasure from his toys that leave marks that each one reminds me I have made him happy.As much as it hurts, his pleasure in doing it is all I need.The taste of his ass or warm piss in my throat will make my body betray me instantly.As my tongue buries itself in his ass and his juices fill my mouth my whorehole cant help but cum.Iam so badly wanting to be the slave he requires as the thought of him not using me leaves me breathless.I can not go back.He knows that.He knew that from the beginning I suspect.Iam owned.I accept all he desires and will spend each day grateful for whatever he allows me to experience with him.


10/10/2011 6:56:13 AM

So many other things I should be doing.My mind will not release me from this fucking need to be used and degraded.


10/3/2011 3:07:11 AM

Arms tied above my head.Body naked, except for black sharpie scrawled across my whoreholes,reminding me what a needy little fuckslut Iam.The carpeted floor in the hotel room gives little comfort as the night progresses.

Once again my intense need to be used finds me at the hands of total strangers.

I arrived hours ago,as instructed,to find two men willing to use me.I couldnt tell then but I know now that the two men are related.Father and son.Sharing a whore.Iam blindfolded and bound but hear the father encourage his son.It is the son who writes the filthy words on my body as my pussy throbs.The fathers laugh is heard as my face is fucked and vomit spills onto my badly beaten tits.Iam on my back,legs tied up in the air.My ass is filled with the fathers cock and my pussy is being stretched by the wine bottle that the father holds.My mouth is full and I then realize I have never been so used.My body shakes as the sons cum hits the back of my throat.Hes holding onto my hair so moving is not an option.The father makes a low growling noise as he fucks me with the bottle and slowly fills my ass up with his piss.The son,standing at the top of my head,leans down to pull on my tits as he reminds me that Im a disgusting fuckpig.He orders me to beg him to piss on me...I do and the warmth of his piss hits my mouth and face.The father holds my head still...so the piss can slide down my throat.My gagging makes them laugh as they drag me by my collar into the bathroom...clean up cunt...the father says...its going to be a very long night:)))


9/23/2011 8:26:41 AM

I woke with the strongest urge to be used...maybe because Im home alone for the first time in a long time or maybe this dry spell is starting to mess with my head.

Part of me wants to throw caution to the wind and beg one of the Doms on here to please let me be their little fuckslut for the day..make me crawl to you on all fours while you tell me what a whore Iam for even being here, begging a stranger to stretch my cunthole and fuck my face and ass.I feel my pussy drip as I crawl to you...hoping so bad that your mind is filled with the dirtiest,filthiest things you want to do to this whore.No eye contact.A collar.A leash.Toys to hurt my tits and toys to fill my ass and pussy.My silence is expected.As is my gratitude.Iam so fucking lucky for all you do to me.Damn.....I think I realize how delivery guys get fucked when they show up at some poor vanilla womans house to deliver the new fucking dishwasher.Maybe I should  order a pizza...


Vertical Line

Horizontal Line
Horizontal Line
Helpmehelpplease
 
 Age: 52
 Vidalia, Louisiana