Written for and posted on Exposed Loving’s blog.
I awoke with a happy start. The sunlight cast a bright oblong shape on the wall and my bedroom seemed fresh and bright and alive. I stretched and smiled. Today was a beautiful day and I desired nothing more than to be of service to my Mistress.
I jumped out of bed and ran naked to the kitchen and started to put the breakfast process into motion. I opened a window to get some fresh air and saw a woman in a business suit carrying a briefcase on the opposite side of the street. She looked up as she was getting into her car and caught site of my naked breasts. Her eyes brightened and her mouth parted as if to say something. Once she was over the initial shock I detected the hint of a smile. And her desire for me.
The day showed promising.
Everything seemed to glow in the morning light. Perhaps it was my own happiness but there was definitely a charge in the room. An erotic promise. I felt the world was welcoming me to Her sensual embrace.
The coffee pot – one of those metal ones where the water boils up from underneath – bubbled and hissed. It started to roar now as the coffee percolated with boiling force through the filter, up the long metal shaft, and finally to gush spouting its hot liquid through the tip – a liquid which would soon grace my lips and I would savor its goodness and power, and I would be invigorated by it.
My hand idly went to my pussy and I looked around the kitchen – everything seemed to insist on that erotic promise and pledge it to me. The fruit in the bowl on the kitchen table, the pegs in the peg box, last night’s half empty wine bottle, the oil, the forks – oh the fork, yes, one of my favorites – that reminded me, was there ice in the freezer?
The entire kitchen seemed to be desiring me, signalling to me, claiming me for its own. I felt a bond with all the utensils, domestic appliances and household devices that populated the kitchen. In my heart I wanted to be just like them, to be possessed and used exactly as they were by my Mistress.
I was a mere tool to be used and worked at my Mistress’ pleasure.
A deep joy welled up inside me and I ran to the shower and stood under it for a few minutes letting the water take ownership of my body and infiltrate my most intimate parts. I wanted to be clean – clean of body and clean of soul. Today I would be cleansed – forcefully if necessary – and my body would submit to a power that would stretch me and push me beyond my limits of endurance.
I took the shower head from its hook and turned the water onto jet and cranked the power up to max. I placed it behind me, parted my legs and pointed it at my ass. The water jet rushed brutally between my cheeks and up into my hole. I held it there relishing its power to penetrate me. The liquid pressed hard and hot and ran gushing and burning up inside me and filled me with its steaming hot pleasure. Deep inside me. Deeper still…. Harder … Oh yes… Surrender…
I held it against my pussy and closed my eyes. I thought of my Mistress and the things that She might do to me today. My left hand caressed and pinched my nipple as I thought of Her will subduing mine and riding me, clamped and willing, my body writhing in Her clutches, begging Her for more as Her hard spurred heels dug into my flesh and I screamed as She whipped the pleasure from me….
No cumming without Her permission.
Then I shaved my pussy until it was soft and smooth and closed my eyes to test its rich silky texture. Mmmm…. I loved the feeling of my own pussy when it was freshly shaved. It felt so much more naked and vulnerable. The skin was so soft and sensitive. Baby smooth, tasty and sweet smelling. Ready to be devoured at my Mistress’ pleasure. I imagined Her whip licking at it. She would tease me there for sure.
How I desired Her to make me cum there with just the whip alone.
Oh God may I be engulfed in the sweet burning waves of Her merciless whip-fire pleasure-pain today please please please…
I got out of the shower and started to pretty myself up until my body was like a soft, fragrant juicy fruit ready for picking and tasting.
My fruit will succumb to Her mouth.
A succulent delight I will melt for Her.
And my sweet juices will run for Her.
I turned around and looked at my ass in the mirror and gave myself a good hard spank.
Mmmm… I was ready. Boy was I ready.
I went back to the bedroom and placed the tablet which had been provided for me on the bed and knelt before it. I caressed my body one last time before She would take deliverance of it. My fingers stroked my bare arms and rose to my naked shoulders. I gently caressed my soft rounded breasts and my fingers flicked lightly at my nipples. Oh… I started to scratch the left nipple with my middle fingernail and my left hand sank slowly down over the soft flesh of my smooth belly in search of my pussy. I was moistening there already.
I gave my self a good few more hard spanks on my ass and closed my eyes knowing that it needed to burn hot and hard under fiery lashes soon. My ass was best tasted spicy raw red and I thought of chilli peppers and the unbearable pleasure of the burning heat.
I looked down and saw the bedside table was open. The whip handle was visible next to the clamps and the purple vibrator lay inviting inviting inviting…
Oh it was unbearable. The heat. And my desire. I was a junkie needing an orgasm fix soon. It controlled me. Made me beg…. Oh…
I needed My Mistress. She would discipline me. Bring me into line. Train me. Use the whip. In scorching flaming lashes of brutal leather will I learn.
Today I deserved no pleasure unless it was at her mercy.
Yes. I would be a good slave. Serve. That was my place. How could I be so selfish? My body was not mine to abuse and play with like this. It was Hers. Hers alone to use, work and derive pleasure from.
I was just a utensil.
My Mistress’ little pepper pot.
So I gave myself one last hard spank and arranged myself suitably checking my pussy was wet and ready for Her.
I typed onto the tablet,
Good Morning my Mistress.
If it pleases my Mistress how may I serve my Mistress today?
Your slave A
I put my hands behind my back and still kneeling awaited my orders.
I was ready for use.