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BDSM Blog part 2. Submissive whore of mine!

BDSM Blog Part 2

BDSM Blog part 2. Submissive whore of mine!

English/Dutch translation at the bottom of the page.

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I met Boss through Facebook. From the very beginning, I have called him that. Just through the private messages he sends me, he has such a huge influence on me that this name spontaneously rolls out of my keyboard whenever I address him. Besides, I don't know his real name so this is a great solution.

Since I want to lose at least ten kilos before I meet him for the first time, I'm signing up for the gym to spend the next four to six weeks there to make sure I'm back to my full in shape come. I have to, because in my last message to him, I sent a picture of a lady's body from the internet and pretended it was me.

Of course, it is not my intention to make fun of Boss, I would have preferred to send him a real photo of myself, but I am still too ashamed of being overweight. But just wait, I am going to make up for it amply with him. I will be as slim and sleek as before.

When I want to step into the shower at home sweaty from working out, I get a message from Boss.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm undressing. Just played sports."

"Hmmm. Show your tits."

I find this exciting. My breasts are OK, but I have never sent a nude photo over the internet before. This is pure sexting, something you are always warned about in the media.

"I don't want that... sorry."

"I send you my cock too, right?"

And indeed. The screen of my smartphone promptly displays the picture of his beautiful big fat stiff cock.

A little uncomfortably, I hold the camera in front of my breasts and take a selfie. With bra and huge cleavage but without my face.

With pounding heart, I click send.

For a moment there is silence.

"Show your nipples."

Hesitantly, I take off my bra. Unbelievable what I am doing for this man. This man I've never even met in real life.

I do what he wants and click send again.

 

My property

 

"Lovely tits!"

"Thank you Boss," I humbly reply. As a matter of course, I call him that. Apparently he's okay with it, he says nothing. "Do you mind if I take a shower now?"

"Yes."

Just when I am under the warm rays and expect him to leave me alone for a while, I get a notification of yet another new message.

"What would you like me to do to you right now?"

The first thing I think of now is the pee sex I never really had. But do I dare tell him this?

By now I know he is horny and probably looking at my breasts I just sent him. Oh well. What do I care.

"I wish you would join me in the shower and piss all over my tits to mark your territory Boss."

Silence.

Then I see him typing and the telling text appears:

"Horny submissive whore of mine!"

"From you yes. You say that well."

" I find it horny that you really act like a submissive slut. And as my property. Because that's what you are when I've marked you that way."

"That's right, Boss."

The butterflies are coursing through my stomach, not normal what this guy brings to me. So this is what I have been longing for all these years. Finally my wish is coming true!

As I stand with my bare bottom under the hot running water, I hang with my upper body over the bathtub that is next to the shower, chatting with my boss. In my fantasy, he storms the bathroom, pushes me against the wall and rapes me doggy-style in the shower.

"Boss... suppose you want to do something with me, but I say no. What do you do then?"

"Then I will continue."

"Always? Or only with me?"

"Only with you. With my slut."

(Jesus, how horny he makes me!)

 

Your pussy is always smooth

 

"We should agree on a safe word."

"I don't want that Boss."

"Not?"

"No. Because then I am in control. Then I decide when it stops. I want you to set my limits.

"Horny..."

As bizarre as it sounds, I trust this man completely. The dominant, intelligent look in his eyes in the picture, the tone in which he addresses me in the chat, the things he says; the chemistry is palpable right through the screen. This is the Boss I have always wanted.

Without thinking, I type down what I think.

"I want to be yours so badly!"

"You are mine."

"Am I your first slave, Boss?"

"Yes. My first own slut."

"You are my first Dom. I've always wanted this, you?"

"Was a fantasy. Never thought it would become reality."

My heart makes a jump. I want so desperately to be special to him. To give him what no one else has ever given him, to be for him what no one has ever been for him before.

After quickly soaping up and rinsing off, I dry off and sit on the bed with the towel wrapped around me. I am excited and happy at the same time, suddenly having so many questions.

"Are there certain rules I should follow?"

"You don't have sex with others and I don't wish for squeaks and howls when I hurt you. I make you feel who's boss but I always leave you in one piece. And your pussy is always smooth."

"Good Boss. I promise."

"And I'm clean, so I'll squirt my seed in and on you."

"Yes Boss. I want nothing more."

When I walk through the supermarket that afternoon to do some shopping, I cannot stop smiling. If I were really a bitch I would be wagging my tail all day, that's how happy I am. I finally have a Boss. And what a Boss!

 

The perfect sex slave

 

The next day, I delved into the concept of laser hair removal. Of course, I always kept my pussy tidy but Baas really wants a smooth pussy and shaving never quite achieves this. I make an appointment and can come in the same week. Fine, the sooner we start the treatments, the better.

The skin therapist explains to me that I will need about eight to 10 treatments before the hairs really stop coming back. Fortunately, I am allowed to shave between treatments, so I might as well keep it as soft and smooth as possible.

Meanwhile, Boss keeps bombarding me with messages.

" Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"No Boss. I always longed for it but the one time someone tried this on me it went all wrong. It already hurt when he was only a few inches in."

"Then he didn't do it right. Because of me, you're going to like it. You're going to be begging me to please stick my cock in your ass."

Time and again he turns me on. Time and again, his utterances make my pussy spontaneously drip and I desire him so fiercely that I have to bring myself to climax first in order to calmly move on to the order of the day.

Suddenly something springs to mind. I should be on the pill! My goodness, almost forgot. That too.

"Can you still make babies, Boss? Otherwise I'll have to visit the doctor."

"Fertile as hell. Quickly make an appointment you."

I could write a book by now: How to become the perfect sex slave in thirty days.

 

 

"How do you prefer to see me Boss? Natural or quite thickly made up? Do you want your slut pretty or whorish?"

"Hooray!"

Good. Laser hair removal, contraception, what more could I want? Hair extensions for hair lengthening and a fuller bunch and some wrinkles may disappear too. Botox, fillers, I'm going for the complete metamorphosis. I already have pretty nails but for the finishing touch, some nail art can be added. I choose a mix of bright red and candy cane pink with a glittery diamond here and there. Nice and whorish, the way Boss likes it. Permanent make-up, handy considering Boss likes to spray in my face. Eyebrows, eyeliner below and above, full lip liner, all waterproof, this slutty living sexdoll is ready to go 24/7.

 

 

What are we actually waiting for?

 

As icing on the cake, I buy new lingerie, stockings, heels, black leather handcuffs, a blindfold, a whip and a luxurious leather necklace with chain for a god's money. And all this for a guy I only know through the chat.

After all the treatments and orders, I am over three thousand euros lighter but also 3000% more confident. Now just get those darn kilos off and a few more months of going to the cat laser clinic and I will have achieved all my goals.

One day when I am at work I get another message. By now we have been chatting for three weeks and he is getting impatient.

"Say - what are we actually waiting for?"

Ranting, I think. Of the ten kilos I want to lose, only four have disappeared. You can't even see it yet.

"I have yet to get my period, Boss. Only then can I take my first contraceptive pill. It's not safe now."

"You can suck me just fine without getting pregnant."

There, of course, he has a point. So what now? I really do look a lot better after all the beauty treatments but I really still feel too insecure to expose myself to him completely.

"I haven't had sex for a long time due to circumstances Boss. And I'm not talking about months but years. Many years. I long for you so much that I really, really want to all the way with you when I see you. Can you please give me a little more time until everything is really completely safe?"

This is not even a lie. I certainly won't be able to control myself when I actually meet him.

"Listen. My cock has to be emptied. That's your job."

"I know Boss. Just a few more weeks. Please?"

And then there is silence. The rest of the day I don't hear from him and the day after either. I'm terribly worried, can well imagine that he feels like he's being led on.

"I long for you," I send him after day two. No response.

I sleep badly, eat little and cannot concentrate at work. So was this it? Have I lost my boss again before we have even started? Only three days later, he suddenly makes himself heard from again.

"I have an assignment for you."

I am so happy to receive something from him again that I do want to do everything for him. Until he says what he wants.

 

 

I want you to squirt for me

 

"I want a video. Of you playing with yourself. I want you to squirt in front of me so I can then squirt on that. If I can't see you yet you have to serve me from a distance."

What am I supposed to say to this?

I have never filmed myself. Besides, what he is asking from me here is obviously very intimate. I have never even done this in front of my husband at the time, satisfying myself while he watched.

As all sorts of things go through my head, I see him typing again.

"I tolerate no contradiction. You are my whore, you will do as I say."

To satisfy him, I obey obediently. As befits a good slut.

"Yes Boss. I will serve you. Tonight you will get your movie, promise."

"Good. And I expect fireworks. Don't disappoint me."

That evening, I stack everything I need on my bed. An old bath mat that I always use as a pad plus a couple of towels for extra security. I know myself, if I get very excited it can still be a wet affair.

But then. How am I going to film this?

It occurs to me that I still have a tripod lying around somewhere. A small tripod I can clamp my phone between. But where am I going to put the thing without it toppling over every time?

After some poking around in cupboards and drawers, I stumble across a wooden tray. Perfect.

And then I am finally ready. Unbelievable that I'm doing all this. From 15 years of living as a nun to whorish camming for my own Dom. Things can change...

Once the camera is rolling, I don't think about the movie but let my vibrator do the work. I fantasise that Boss is on top of me, forcibly fucking me in my mouth. After he cums shockingly and empties the entire contents of his balls down the back of my throat, he gets on his knees above me and pisses full in my face from close range. Seeing him grinning smugly, I come moaning and squirting.

 

 

Just then, the familiar signal of yet another new message from Boss sounds.

"I want my movie."

Fortunately, it all looks good on camera. After taking a few deep breaths, I go for it and click 'send' after which I anxiously await his response.

After a few minutes, I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Very well done. Very horny movie. You are a good, tasty, wet slut, your Boss is satisfied."

 

Next time: You pole yourself with a dildo while I piss in your mouth!

 

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