Blog : Earn a Reputation

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9/14/2021 7:23 pm

Earn a Reputation

I am honored to requested by many Doms throughout the year...different locales, different demands, different expectations…quiet solo times, devoted to taboo… bondage, beating and batterment, street use or sexual enslavement… each I crave and find addicting.

I have served “Snake” on 4 occasions…we are not friends, and our relationship is purely one of sexual dominance and submission. We speak little, but he owns me totally...he shreds my ego and strips the trapping of my affluence. He denies my sophistication… all meaningless to him.…he exposes me to my core, and rids me of the pretense that I am anything special…and yet I'm drawn to his supremacy.

I arrived Thursday at 9:30PM and without a word he lead me to the room that I knew would be my cell for my service. The antithesis of my life…a small windowless room…with a concrete floor and an uncovered double mattress…it had not changed other than the addition of more cum stains, cunt drippings and piss from those who have served during my absence. A single bare light bulb casts a dreary shadow.

“Strip slut” were his only words…and nervously like an intimidated school girl I undressed before him…my Hermes scarf and Armani suit from the board room now tossed in the dirty corner, now nothing more than rags to wipe his sweating balls. I slipped my panties down my ankles and over my pumps...naked before him.. I trembled. He attached a slut collar around my neck…cheap, tacky from a mail order company that sells scented lubes, cock rings and butt plugs. "Cum Slut"

He grabbed my neck and crudely jammed two large fingers in my pussy which was embarrassingly wet and dilated…my transformation already had begun. As he tightened his choke on my neck he spit in my face…then commanded “open your mouth cunt” and deposited a large wad of spit into my mouth.

Soon my lips were on the tip of his curved 9 inch cock…jet black, heavily veined, and totally shaved…and I realized he again owned me. I rubbed my hands on his cut abdomen and chest as I tasted the cock I had craved for months. I felt honored by his use and attention even if I'm nothing more than his temporary cock receptacle.

His intense thrusts were immediate, jamming his cock to the back of my throat...and holding with force until he pushed further and I took him. I choked, gaged and covered his shaft with throat juice as I ejected his cock to breath. I gasped for air as he drove his cock harder and deeper, grabbing the back of head as he brutally face fucked me. He threw me on the mattress and pile drove his cock deeper...again and again until I puked covering my face and his shaft. Not content until his balls were pressed against my lips. I puked again and instinctively sat up to catch my breath and try to recover. Degraded, disgraced, destroyed and humiliated.

He held my throat supporting his weight as his long fingers slipped in to my soaked open cunt...rapidly finger fucking me none stop, slowing only momentarily to add another finger. He quickened his pace, 4 fingers inside me and his thumb rubbing my clit. My thighs began to spasm and lose muscle control, my back arched and body convulsed as I squirted again and again until puddles of my essence covered the floor.

He gabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my knees. "Lick it up slut". He pushed my head to the cement and used my face as a mop to clean my still warm fluids from the filthy floor. Smearing my face as my tongue cleaned, swallowing my cum.

I started to cry.

He pushed me to the mattress and pinned my hands down and entered me. The size and curve of his cock taking my breath away. I took him all the way from his first insertion. He fucked me like a machine, continually, constant rhythm, forcibly. He lowered his mouth to mine and our tongues interlaced in a sloppy animal exchange of spit. I came almost continually from his intensity...the ebb and flow of non stop orgasm that occur rarely and only when my emotional and physical desires cross.

A simple missionary fuck, too good to stop. Our bodies dripped in sweat as his rhythm changed...fast, sporadic, deep, slow...I knew he was close. I arched my back to meet each of his thrusts. His final thrusts with incredible force, as he unloaded at max penetration...his cock tight in my pussy as I felt him pulse..1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8...ribbons of his sperm...and then motionless silence, after glow.

He withdrew...his cock slimed in our cum cocktail. His cum the thickness of preserves drained from me, my pussy gapped open, beet red in color, my cunt lips swollen.
He snapped a single picture of me. Without a word he left and shut the door. My welcome completed, I was now his owned slut awaiting to be used as his Fuck toy, slut, .


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