As I repost some of my older writings and I get to refresh and relive the memories,a question came up with a reader. Asking about me and not wanting to be romanced when I am being used as a sex slave. Asking where is the line and how would the man using me know it? He made some excellent points and made me think about it some more.
One of the things I love most about my Owner is that He keeps life interesting. I love when He tells me that some guy named David (I am not given much details) will be picking me up at home tomorrow night at 6pm and for me to be home from work on time, do my chores and be ready, waiting for Him at the door by 5:45. He has use of all three holes. For the next 24 hours, I am on pins and needles and my pussy is soaking as I wonder what He will be like and how will He use me for His sexual desires?
Sometimes they are here to just use me as a cum dump. Take my leash upstairs to my bedroom and fuck one of my holes then leave. Other times it will be dinner and a show then a trip to His suite and He feeds me His cock while He reads the news or His emails. Other times its just a drive out to the park and fuck on a picnic table then home.
I love being used for their sexual pleasures because it fills me with happiness to know I am pleasing them and that will please my Owner.
I love when my Owner will be driving and just reach over to finger fuck my pussy. I know to lift my dress up further, lay back and let Him do what He wants. Then suck my juices from His fingers as I thank Him for the pleasures. Even if I was not allowed to come and am on edge, wanting to finish my self off but know I am not allowed to.
There are other times He will be watching TV and I will be curled up at His feet. A sudden yank on my collar or my hair and I am soon facing the TV being told to spread my ass cheeks as He wants to fuck my ass. Once He is done and has dumped His reward in my ass, I am quick to turn around and suck His cock clean before returning to my spot on the floor. Happy and filled with warm thoughts of my Owners love for me.
We can have friends over and be in the pool and I know if I am in the pool and one of His friends is sitting on the edge of the pool with His cock out, its my job to swim over and suck on His cock. No questions, no comments, I just know its my loving duty. That is one of my purposes in His life. To be that sex slave or cum dump. Men He lets use me like it because there is no love, there is not much to have a conversation about because I will be ready for them to use me. There is no worry about if I came (not you problem) or that I am happy (I am always happy to serve and to make you smile) The smile on my face is real and I really do want to have your cock in one of my holes.
Master Sir will use me for a cum dump when no real woman is around or available and He will let me know I am just a cum dump. He will make sure I am being used and maybe not allowed to enjoy the fucking because it is rough or uncomfortable. Like when He fucks me from behind, pulling my hair (Gawd I love that) and pulling on my hanging saggy tits until I scream from the pain. Then telling me He’s doing this for HIS entertainment and enjoyment only. Not for my pleasure. He is fucking me just because my wet, sloppy pussy or tight ass is the only thing available right now and so He just needs to fuck it. (humiliation play at its finest).
Then there are the times when I am allowed to sleep with Him, that He wraps His body around mine, Holds me in a spoon position, than wraps His wonderfully strong and large hands around me and holds my tits in them ans He snuggles my neck, whispers sweet nothings in my ear and caresses my neck and shoulders. Slowly kissing around before He takes my chin, turns me around and plants a big wet kiss on my lips and I feel His tongue down my throat and He shifts to be on top of me. Ordering me to spread my already wet legs and he fucks me like a real man is slow, strong strokes while He continues to kiss my body and allows me to do the same. Finally I feel Him stiffen up and feel His cock pulse in my pussy as His eyes close and I start to feel the warm reward of my Owner fill me as well and I am allowed to cum as well.
When we go shopping or out on a “date” He can hold my hand, smile His wonderful smile and get me wet as a wash rag as we walk and talk. he will plant a big kiss out of nowhere and hug me as we watch the shows on the Strip or out at the lake.
There are the times we will be joking around in bed or on the couch. He will massage my neck, my legs and thighs. He will hold me, kiss me and nuzzle me. Then open His pants and let me get on top as we fuck like lovers. Ending in a wonderful hug, kiss and cuddle. Knowing I am being loved for who I am not what I am.
Those times are different.
There are a few men who I went on dates with and we had a wonderful time. Holding hands, He kissed my cheek, maybe a peck on the lips and a hug. Nothing more romantic as He wanted to have anal sex because His wife doesn’t like it or whatever. Afterward, Maybe a hug, an embrace. Again a kiss on the neck, maybe a quick one on the lips, although I try to avoid that. I can do that and enjoy the little signs of enjoyment as maybe it is affection. I can handle those moments because they are in the moment and they help bring Him down for a euphoric high and I enjoy being held at times as well to remind me I am still a human and I am loved. I just made someone else feel wonderful. Master-Sir also agrees on those times of affection.
In my conversation, I may have discovered that the line being crossed may be a little smaller and harder to see then I first thought. As when I was gifted to Jason and His college buddies the first time and one of them started down the road of romance and I put a quick stop to it. So where is that line and when do you know its been crossed?
When you start to nuzzle my neck, rub my breasts ad breath heavy in my ear, starting to move around to get a kiss on the lips as a gesture of romance that will hopefully lead to sex. When my Owner tells you that I am yours, take me out and use me. Its a sure thing. No need for a warm up or a series of questions. I know that some people want a little warm up and maybe some touchy feely. I’m ok with that. But when its a long session of foreplay and hugging, holding and necking like two teenagers on prom night, that’s crossing the line and I feel like you want to romance me and that not right. I love being with men who want sex and want friendship. I get that. I want that as well as making sure you get to use me for more than a second seating at a restaurant.
Master-Sir gets to snuggle, love and kiss me all He wants to. Master Jerry and a one or two other men can cross that line because I am friends with them, know them and have some seriously strong feelings for them. But Master-Sir is sharing me with you for one thing. For you to use me as your sex slave, cum dump and for-sure-date night. Ok, maybe two things., He loves when He gets to just tell me who will be suing me for what and when. The humiliation for me and the power boost for Him when they report back or I kneel at His feet afterwards and tell Him the story about what happened. And that usually ends up with me in His bed and being roughly used by Him in many perverted ways after He heard the stories.
Use Me, Not Romance Me
I know I will get a few emails from people saying I sound like I am a cold, robotic bitch slave if all I want is to be fucked and used as a dumpster for some guys cum. But I am not. I have been told I can be a very wild and loud sexual beast at times if you hit the right buttons!
I love being naked and kneeling at a mans feet as he decides how He wants to use me. Then to feel my self being manhandled as I help Him get naked and start to play around or get down t being fucked. To finally feel His hard cock pushing His way into the hole of His choice and to know He is harder then normal because it is His choice and there is no debate, no need to foreplay and please me. Just use me, talk, joke, humiliate a little. But please use me as you want and let me feel the joy of your energy as you fill my hole with your cum and verbally tell me to clean your cock and to get back to my place kneeling at your feet or whatever it is you ant me to do.
A little hand holding, cuddle, maybe a little necking with a lite kiss here or there. Ok, I can deal with it. But not the romance part. I have the men in my life i want to feel loved by. I don’t need and cant handle the emotional attachment that comes with going over that line. I think we can agree that there is a line there and that in the heat of the moment we may cross it and I can deal with that. Just admit you know it was crossed, or I will and we move on. I want to be used for your pleasures and I want to see you smile after I have served you well. Nothing me. Maybe a good night kiss and a hug will do..
We are adults here and we make mistakes and we realize it then move on. There will be other times later on to do it over and do it right!
Did I make sense?
Thank you and love you all!