The Dirtiest Thing I've Ever Done

I've officially reached a new level of slut-tastic-ness. Last weekend, Master took me out for a little afternoon adventure. We returned to the adult theater that we had attended for a quick fuck once last winter. This time was quite a different experience!

We left the house in normal clothing, and Master had me change into something much more scanty as we crossed a long bridge into the next city. I donned a clingy white t-shirt (no bra), a clingy black miniskirt that always tends to ride up, fishnet thigh-highs, and lovely heels to finish the look. 

When we pulled up to the theater, my heart was racing. Master and I had discussed the possibility of my serving cocks at the glory holes, and I wasn't sure exactly what I was going to be made to do! The parking lot was quite full this time!

We entered the theater. I am sure the men milling about out front and inside the sex toy shop were looking at me, but I kept my eyes down. I do it every time. It just feels right that way - submissive to the core.

We entered the dark theater and found a seat out in the main area. We sat down to watch the movie, although I don't recall seeing much of it. Master and I started making out and he began rubbing my thighs and letting his fingers make their way up to my pussy. He got me really excited, and I'm sure we got the attention of all the lurkers in that room.

After a few minutes, we decided to find a private room. We had to check a few to find one unoccupied! We settled in to one with a "jungle" theme. It was kind of silly - vines, tiger poster, stuffed gorilla hanging from the ceiling - but it was dark and intimate. There was a light, but it felt hotter to leave it out, so the room was lit by the glow of porn playing on a small television in the corner.

There was so much shuffling outside the door, which made my heart race even more. I was so happy to have my Master with me - he makes me feel safe. At the same time, I kind of felt like a cheap whore in the movies. The dark room and expectations of anonymous sex lent themselves to that feeling...

We weren't in the room long before Master noticed someone had entered the room next to us and opened the glory hole. So he told me to strip. I obliged. Then Master told me to go see what the person in the next room wanted. I stuck my hand through the hole, and in a moment, there was a cock in my hand! I started stroking it, feeling so dirty! Pleasuring a strange cock without even seeing who it was attached to was an entirely new experience for me!

After a few minutes of stroking, Master encouraged me to get down and start sucking. I did - apparently very well, as he came in my mouth rather quickly (without any warning, which kind of annoyed me, but I guess you take your chances at the glory hole...). 

Someone else appeared after he left, but he didn't stay to receive any pleasure (other than a quick peek at us through the hole).

I got down on my knees and started giving Master a nice blowjob. It felt so nice to reconnect with him physically after doing something so dirty!

Then, another guest appeared at the hole. I sucked his cock for a moment, but he was more interested in groping me through the hole. We indulged this for a few minutes and then he went on his way.

Next, a black cock popped through the hole. I had never sucked one before! Master got behind me and fucked me while I sucked this fourth "guest" at the hole. I sucked him for a while, and Master alternated between fucking me and taking pictures. Eventually, we checked the time and realized that we had to head out. We mentioned it, yet our guest did not release his load.

We headed back out, me with my eyes down, of course. We browsed the sex shop in hopes of finding a decent video (no such luck there). I felt so incredibly dirty, wondering who, if any of the men staring at me I had sucked or fondled. I will never know!

I kept my slutty clothing on and changed back into street clothing in the car. As soon as we were back out in daylight, the whole experience began to feel like a dream. I was in awe of just how slutty I could be. Master was very pleased, and I was happy, too. It had been a fun way to spend our "date afternoon."

We are planning to do this again very soon. I will keep you all posted on the outcome!

Leather!

I love the smell of leather. I love the feel of leather. I love the look of leather. I love the bite of a leather toy on my flesh.
I am a big fan of leather!

I've always loved the smell of it. I remember telling my friends "there is just something about it!" back when I was a teenager and got my first leather jacket. References to leather even crept into my emo poetry. I believe Hazy Eyes and Leather was a title I came up with. To me, leather always represented something sexual and exciting. Perhaps because I felt so sexy wearing it?

In my relationship with Master, leather has made an appearance many times. There's the sexy leather harness he picked out for me....

There's the leather corset (my very first corset!)...

There are leather cuffs, to go with that corset....

There is my collar, my prized and treasured collar....

Oh, and let us not forget the implements! Leather floggers and paddles can leave quite the delicious mark!

Leather is always going to be one of those scents that I associate with hot sex (or at least with looking hot!). For me, it shall forever be in style!

 

Kink of the Week

Happy (Early) Birthday to Me!

I am one of those lucky people with a birthday that often falls on a holiday weekend. It's a great excuse for a three-day celebration! This year, however, my birthday is Wednesday. I know Master has some surprises planned for me tomorrow, but he wanted to start celebrating early. So he planned a really hot date night in for us!

First, he put on a song by the band Umbra et Imago. They are from Germany, and often incorporate BDSM themes into their lyrics. Then he handed me a pink gift bag. I pulled out the black and purple tissue paper to reveal a bottle of Apothic Red (such a good wine!), a DVD featuring girls taking two cocks at once, and a fishnet bodystocking.
Oh yes, and there was a card with an invitation to spend the evening playing our favorite game: Onyx. Onyx is a very sexy game. We downloaded it nearly eight years ago and we always have a great time when we decide to break it out. It's kind of like Monopoly, except that you can opt to work off the rents with sexual favors, among other fun twists. I highly recommend it.

So.... I put on the bodystocking, turned on the DVD, booted up the game, drank a toast with the wine, and then we were ready for some sexy fun!
The game took us through lots and lots of foreplay. Sometimes I was allowed to cum from it, sometimes, not. It certainly kept me on edge! I also got to be double penetrated until I came (Master's finger in my ass and a toy in my pussy), roleplay as a sexy masseuse, and even bent over the couch (in high heels!) to be fucked anally. The game also sent me to the proverbial "Torture Chamber" for a good sound spanking - several times!

We probably could have continued on with the game for many hours, since neither of us ever spends any of the play money - "working it off" is so much more fun! So we went on until the wine bottle was empty, and finished up in the bedroom.

It was a fantastic way to ring in my birthday (early!). I know I'll always remember it. Now I can't wait to see what else Master has in mind for me!