distraturday

i am extremely distracted today. i should be working on a writing assignment due the end of the month or making a grocery list or folding the laundry mountain in front of the TV, but my mind is wandering. i haven't seen my Master since Wednesday, but when he checked in on me last night, i felt like we have moved onto a new level somehow.

In the time we have known each other, my Master has told me to do certain things inside and outside the bedroom to please Him. For instance, He has told me to grow out my fingernails, which i habitually bite. Since i told my Sir that i wanted to lose some weight, He required that report back daily to Him on the level of exercise i do every day. From time to time, i have to shave myself or dress a certain way for His pleasure or use some of our toys on myself (or NOT use some of our toys) when He can't be here to use this body he owns. Last night i told Him that i was cleaning the apartment and He told me that the next time he sees me, he is going to inspect the job i do with the cleaning. This thrilled me no end because it feeds into a domestic discipline fantasy i have had for as long as i can remember.

As it happens, i am pretty good at cleaning house and i enjoy it, for the most part. i know that my Mister has very high standards and very good eye for detail, though, so to please Him, i am going to have to an extra good job. i like it that He takes such a specific interest in my life and that He wants my life to get better in all these little ways--all for His pleasure, of course, which makes me wet all over again.

So, the fantasy:
i have just finished cleaning the apartment and i am on my hands and knees in the kitchen, getting the last little bit up from the floor when He walks in. "Don't move," he says, and i freeze. He walks through the apartment, room to room, checking my work. The longer he takes, the more my anxiety grows. He has told me that he will be checking my work from now on and so i have worked harder than usual with the aim of pleasing Him. Pleasing Him has become my focus more and more over the past several weeks but my own desires sometimes still cloud my thinking and i fall short of the mark. When that happens, of course, i am punished. This is Sir's gift to help me remember my place and role and truest nature.

When He walks into the kitchen, He stands over me and presses my knees apart so that they are wider than my hips. He positions my head down so that it is on the floor. He runs his hands down from my shoulders to my hips and grasps my shorts. He tugs them down and off. He asks me if i think i did a good job with the cleaning. i tell Him that i did my best. i hear Him undo his belt and take it out of His belt loops. "Really?" He asks me and i respond, "i did the best i could, Sir." "I disagree, krystenah," He says and places a paper at my eyeline. "Let's go over your inspection," He says, and we do. He has catalogued every room and as we go through the checklist He has compiled, He has me read out what has not passed His inspection as He whips me with His belt. It quickly becomes clear that what i consider a good job doesn't hold a candle to what my Master will require.

Humbled and striped from His attentions, He tugs me up my the elbow and tells me to strip the rest of the way. i do so and He watches over me as i correct my mistakes in the apartment. He uses the hairbrush on me in the bathroom, the wooden salad spoon in the kitchen, the ruler in the office.

He tells me to get into the shower and after i have soaked my muscles and washed away all the sweat and tears, He climbs in and has me kneel. i caress His cock and balls and rub my face on His erection. i lick His balls and take His cock deep into my throat. i hold it tight inside my mouth and move it slowly in and out of it as He has trained me to do. i fuck His cock with my mouth and when He commands, i hold my hands in the small of my back as he pulls my hair and fucks my mouth the way He likes. The water runs down my punished ass, but i can't feel anything beyond the pleasure of being used by my very patient Master.

The Entitled Slut Gets What she Deserves

She walked into the shop and I knew she was going to be trouble. It never fails that when things are going smoothly on a nice quiet day, I get a clueless, entitled princess who demands all my attention. She strode in on stiletto heels rocking a mini skirt and halter top. She wasn't bad-looking, but I was waiting on one of my regulars, Dave, at the counter. She looked around and after no one welcomed "her majesty" to the store, cleared her throat and asked, "Can somebody please help me?" Benji, the new kid, came lumbering out from the back to ask me something, took one look at her, and gawked shamelessly. He looked at me and I nodded. He loped up to her, like a puppy. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and looked him up and down. I continued waiting on Dave and kept one ear perked up in case Benji needed something. Her voice cut through the air like a mockingbird's. From what I could tell, she needed wheel covers, but she had no idea what size her tires were. Typical. Dave shook his head, obviously having listened to the exchange between the girl and Benji. "She needs a good spanking, is all." I chuckled and added, "I'd volunteer for the job. That is one spankable ass." Pretty soon we were all turned looking at her. She looked up, aware that she was the subject of the laughter and leers, but unsure why. "Excuse, me," she said, helped by Benji, holding her package in her hand, "can someone please tell me what is so fucking funny?" At that the shop got quiet as a church. We cut up in my shop, but rough language is just not tolerated. Anyone who is a regular knows that and it has never been a problem with my customers. "Miss," I said, losing it, "I run a respectable shop here and that language is not acceptable in this establishment. Dave here had suggested that you needed a good spanking and I have to say that I couldn't agree more. Your attitude since you walked in has been rude, self-entitled and demanding. Now, as soon as I am done with my customer who has been waiting patiently, I'll be happy to check you out." I turned back to Dave, and handed back his change. Out of nowhere we began to hear her blubbering. Again, we turned to see her, wiping her eyes and moaning. "I'm sorry," she whimpered. "You are right. I was rude and I probably do need a good spanking. I haven't had one since my boyfriend left me last week. He used to take care of all this, this car stuff..." she dissolved into a pool of tears as Dave walked over to her and set his hand on her shoulder. She looked into his eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry I was rude to you, Sir." She seemed like a new girl, but we were all knocked on our heels when she asked Dave tentatively, "WOULD you spank me, Sir? I know it would help my attitude." Dave nodded once, curtly as he sent Benji for a chair from my office. Dave took hold of her hand. "Tell me what you need, Sweetheart." She finished wiping her nose and took a deep breath and smiled a quick smile. She looked almost relieved. "Sir, I need you to spank me as you see fit for my rudeness and my insensitivity. I came in here demanding service like a bad little brat and I need an attitude adjustment." Benji had brought the chair and Dave sat on it and asked the girl if she was sure. She said she was. Dave pulled her across his knee and positioned her so that her head was almost touching the floor and that ass was pointed toward the ceiling. He wasted no time and soon the sounds of the smacks on her ass mixed with her moans. The fellows and I watched Dave working away on her naughty ass. After a while, Dave flipped her skirt up so that it lay on her back and he had her stand and take her panties down. He had obviously spanked his share of bad girls in his time and she obviously knew the drill. It was a thing of beauty to behold her ass growing a deeper and deeper pink and then a deep red. When Dave smacked the very top of her ass cheeks, close to her back, she seemed to scream the most and when he told her spread her legs, and she didn't comply immediately, he stopped and told her that she had earned an extended session with the belt. She cried without shame, nodded and spread her legs. Dave checked her pussy and reported to us that she apparently was enjoying her punishment a little too much. He called Benji over for collaboration. Benji padded over and thrust his mitt into her muff. "Oh, Shit!" he looked at me. "Boss, she is soaked." Dave pulled her up and walked her over to the counter. "Now, Missy. this is not funtime. You asked to be punished and here you are, soaking my trousers. I see that we need to step things up a little. Bend over the counter." She was openly crying now as Dave told her to bend over and put her arms across the counter. He told me I'd probably have to hold her down. I grabbed her wrists and held her down as Dave took his belt off and began whipping her ass. She was screaming and crying, begging to be let up, but Dave worked her over, striping her ass over and over, a determined expression on his face. "I just can't abide a self-important little bitch." After a time Dave and I switched places and it felt good to wallop her ass and thighs. She cried and pleaded, offering to suck our cocks and take our cocks in her ass. She must have said she was sorry 50 times or more. Finally I felt like she had taken enough and I stopped. Her body shook with tears and she stood up, when I told her she could and she turned to me and collapsed in my arms. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she cried into my shoulder. I looked over at Benji, who had been stroking himself unashamedly behind the counter. "Go help that poor boy out, Missy. Suck his cock and we'll call it even." She nodded and walked, in a haze over to Benji. He stood up and she knelt before him. She hungrily took his erect cock into her mouth up to the hilt and cupped his balls, as he grabbed the back of her head and began fucking her mouth. Dave and I retired to the back office as we heard Benji finishing inside her mouth and we agreed that it had been a very nice day, indeed.

Four Times Fast

My Master has been training me to cum on demand.

This morning over im i was describing a sexual dream i had had where a female friend of mine had gone down on me and then spanked me with a salad spoon. "But don't get any ideas, Sir," i had said, "in real life i am not into girls." Suffice it to say, i earned some strokes the next time we are together for my tone and for not remembering my place. Sir was displeased at my words and He said that He would get ideas if He felt like it and i shouldn't tell Him not to. After reading his scathing words, i finally asked what i could do now to please Him. He ordered me to cum for Him four times fast.

It took about 20 minutes, but with my fingers and my imagination i was able to comply with his order.

First i imagined Him coming to my door and taking me into the kitchen. Within moments, i was on all fours on the kitchen floor, my face touching the floor and my ass presented to Him. He asked me if i thought He liked driving all the way across town to come to punish my ass. He asked me how long it was going to take until i learned my place. He spanked my ass with spatulas and spoons. He said he was going to cover my ass in bruises so i wouldn't forget whose ass that was. The next day when i was dressing, walking up stairs or sitting at my desk, i would have a reminder that that ass belongs to Him. He told me that he was giving me the opportunity to feel my place and He told me to thank Him because i might have other people fooled, but He knew my true nature. (Orgasm #1)
Next i imagined i was laying across my master's lap as he watched TV. He spanked me and held my legs clamped in His. When He grew tired of spanking my naughty ass, He had me sit at His feet with a plug inside my ass. He told me that i could look forward to a long night over his knee and on my knees undergoing training. (Orgasm #2)
i wasn't sure i could cum anymore as my body was vibrating and shuddering. My Master had demanded it, though, so i imagined a scenario i have been going to lately. i am working for a boss i have a lot of contempt for. i routinely take potshots at him with my co-workers and imagine that i am very clever for creative time-wasting (or sometimes from stealing from petty cash). One day my Master shows up and i get my things ready to go to lunch. Instead, he walks past me into my boss' office. After 10 minutes or so, my boss calls me in. When i walk in, confused, my Master tells me that He has been hearing some very disturbing news from my boss. "You know much better than this, slut," he says to me. i try to laugh it off, looking from my Master to my boss, confused, heart racing, completely humiliated. i try to signal to my Master with my eyes not to call me that at work. It doesn't work. He tells me to get on my knees and i have to comply. My Master tells me to put my hands behind me in the small of my back and i do it. My boss is, of course, impressed and aroused. My master explains that He and my boss have come to an agreement. For stealing time, i will have to come into my boss' office on my lunch hour and stand, naked, in time out. He will continue to take meetings and if anyone asks what the story is, i will have to explain that i am being punished for my bad performance at work and that i am learning my place. In addition, after my Master teaches my boss how to properly paddle me, i will submit to being paddled at his discretion until he is satisfied that i have learned my lesson. My Master tells me to undress and stand in the corner and await the paddling that will no doubt be lengthy because He has to make sure my boss knows how to properly discipline me. By this time a crowd has gathered at the door, so my boss opens the door and announces to everyone that they are welcome to watch as i get punished. (A rolling 3rd and 4th orgasm)...

And now i am highly aroused once again, but without express permission, i won't be able to relieve myself until He tells me i can.

krystenah

He Takes What Belongs to Him

i am masturbating and He walks into the room. i sense Him before i hear Him, but i continue working my clitty and pinching and pulling my nipples. He clears his throat and moves slowly to the bed. He stands over me, observing me and he places His warm, strong hand over mine. i look up and in one swift motion, He flips me over on the bed so i am face down. My hand is still cupped, protecting my clit, which is pulsing. He says nothing, but places one and then another pillow under the front of my thighs, lifting my ass high into the air. "Keep rubbing it," He says as He begins stroking my ass, then pinching it and then smacking it with upward strokes. He explains as he continues spanking, that i have needed this for a long time and that He is going to claim this ass as His. He explains that he has to make sure that every inch of my ass feels the sting of His hand as He smacks and peppers my ass with determination. "Do NOT stop stroking yourself, krys, but DO NOT cum, either," He says, and i feel a rush of butterflies fly up from my stomach into my chest. He continues His deliberate assault, covering my ass and thighs. i can feel the glow turn into a sting and i struggle a little, but He pulls my legs back with a strong tug. He stops momentarily and sits on the bed beside me. He strokes my back and runs his hand over my ass. Whose ass is this, krys?" he asks. i croak, "it is yours, sir?" and He begins spanking it again. "That was a little tentative, pet. We'll try again in a little while. Spread those legs for me." I scissor them open as quickly as i can and He runs His hand down my ass from the small of my back to the sit spot. i want Him to be pleased with the view and i want Him to hold me. He lays his hand on my ass in between my cheeks and presses His thumb into my ass. I squirm slightly and He leans over my back and whispers into my ear "whose is THIS?" He asks, pressing deeper. "Yours! Yours!" i answer quickly, embarrassed and anxious. He reaches under the bed into a bag i didn't know was there and draws something out. He runs it along my lips and tells me to suck on it. i don't know what it is, exactly, but i take it into my mouth. It is a jelly toy. i close my eyes, because i want to be good and i take it into my mouth as deep as it will go. "That's it, " He says, make it nice and wet because it is going in your ass.

i moan and suckle it as hungrily as i can. i am shameless. He removes it from my mouth and tells me to get up on all fours. i do it, my head down and he takes the plug and runs it along my dripping vulva and presses it into my cunt. He runs it along the opening and i am so aroused that i worry if he continues, i will violate his order not to cum. With my ass still in the air, He presses on the small of my back and tilts my hips up further, in an almost obscene display. i have never felt more vulnerable. My whole body is tingling. He presses the plug into my ass gradually and i instinctually resist. "Take it," he says calmly, and i relax and then tense again. "Take it, krystenah, or I'll have to make you take it with some hot sauce." i whimper and will myself to relax, knowing He will do it. Thankfully, it slides the rest of the way in, and i can hear his smile deep in his throat. He begins spanking me again, harder. "Whose ass is this?" He keeps asking me as He smacks the sides of my ass and my tender thighs. "It's YOURS!" i cry out as he continues spanking me. i can hear him taking off His belt as He continues to spank me with His hand and then with His belt. "Do not cum, baby," He tells me. "And you had better not let that plug fall out." The strokes from his belt come in an X pattern and i focus on that and the way the warmth spreads up to my swollen cunt. i take the strokes, wishing they would stop and hoping they will never stop. Suddenly, He pulls my legs down and off the bed, so i am bent over it and i clench so the plug doesn't fall out. He places a pillow under me and thrusts his cock into my pussy. i can feel the plug drive deeper into my ass and i can feel his thighs slap against my punished ass. "Whose cunt is this, baby?" he whispers into my ear. "It's Yours, it's yours, it's yours."

The Corporate Event

After work the other day, i came home and played with myself as i fantasized about being used at a corporate event as a part of their team-building exercise. i was kneeling naked except for a collar and lead in the corner until i was tugged up by the leader of the seminar and brought over to the members of the team. i was introduced as the toy and the first man demonstrated how i was to be used. It was like he was presenting a product and he was saying things like, "you can do whatever you want with her. You can touch her, poke her, pinch her, spank her, whip her, have her blow you, whatever you want!" as he grasped my tit and turned me around to show off all my "features". He was really sleazy and he said to the members, "just keep it down, okay? We do have several items on the agenda today," and went about his business presenting the strategy for the team. i was led to the fist member's chair and draped across his lap. He started spanking me, holding my neck down and talking casually to the team leader. My being there was completely incidental and the first guy seemed almost bored. I eventually was passed down the line, sometimes lying across someone's lap and sucking off another member of the group, sometimes holding a pose if a member didn't want to spank me. One woman was really reluctant and another team member whispered to her and encouraged her to "just try it." Of course as soon as she started, she lit up and said, "this is kind of fun!" under her breath to the guy who had encouraged her. He said, "well, she isn't the best toy we've had, but budget cuts...what can ya do?" The entire time, the meeting went on like normal with members discussing various bullet points or action items. i came super hard as i fantasized about this and i think this fantasy has a million possibilities for the future.

i went out with friends (mostly men) this evening and i noticed that if i sat up straight with my tits out i felt more sexy. i caught a couple of guys looking at me and then looking away quickly when i caught their eye. One guy sat next to me and keep leaning in to whisper to me--nothing sexual at all, but it did seem like he wanted to be close. Of course his breath on my neck got me wet beyond belief. He'll never know how hot i got, though, but it is nice feeling pretty and sexy and having this burgeoning knowledge inside me.