Cock worship

It would be true to say that if someone had asked me two years ago if i was someone who found worshipping a man's cock an attractive prospect, i would have laughed in their face.

This was before i realised what an amazing organ the right cock is, especially when your body has been owned by another and it is expected that you give that body up to the desires of your man.

I learned a lot in my previous relationship. He taught me how to suck his cock in the way he wanted, to recognise that it was not my need that was important but that He was the important one. While He used my mouth quite a bit, actually He used my cunt and arse more. But it is true he helped me well on the way to being a cock worshipping slut. 

The relationship i have now is a little different. The key thing is that Graeme is so receptive to the things i do for Him. He has taught me the things He likes and since i like to please i have set about to do them. The more i touch and suck His cock in the way he wants, the more i show just how much i am growing to love His cock the more he feels aroused by the way in which i do and in turn the more i want to worship it.

The first thing i did was to hand over control of my body to Graeme. This was not hard, since i don't have anyone else to give it to, other than to retain it for myself, and where is the fun in that? While it can be enjoyable to keep your orgasms for yourself it is more fulfilling to give them away to another, plus with that comes ownership of more of your body.

So i willingly gave up His ownership of all of my body to Him and i definitely don't regret it. With it comes lots of touching of His body, including in public as well as a great deal of penetration. With both of those comes orgasms, provided and given back to him in a variety of ways and with subtly different feelings for me (all good). The best part though is that i am now able to worship a cock that i love. 

It is hard to describe why and how this is different for me. It is not about size or shape, nor is it about who gave me the better time as each time is good in its own way.

But this is about knowing that This Man at this time appreciates the way in which i care for Him. It is about knowing that He likes the things my mouth can do for Him. The more He lets me know that He appreciates the way i love His cock then the more i want to worship it. 

So, while cock worship is about the feel, the smell, the taste of Him, it is also about what that worship does and for me, that goes to the heart of my submission. Something i have written about here today, as i approach the end of the second year of my journey.

Connection and worship

Last night I asked New Dom what I should call him here. We discussed Gadget Man, but I know he wasn't keen on that in the first instance and any way he is way more than his various toys. So we have settled on my calling him Graeme, which as it happens is his name.

We discussed our connection. New as it is, it is also quite intense. He was a little worried, having read comments here that he was taking me further than I have been before very quickly. I have reassured him that I am ready for that and am happy with how things are. What we are doing together feels right for both of us and I have no desire right now to do things any differently. We talked about our next play time and also some time to just be together which will hopefully be tomorrow after work.

Graeme is quite interested in the CWS blogging area and in cock worship generally. He has read my blog on the subject, and no doubt had a look on Spanky's blog of the same name. I am really sad that Spanky is closing things down, though I understand his reasons and agree that our posts belong on our own blogs anyway.

Having a new cock to worship is something I am enjoying as part of this new relationship. I haven't exactly worshipped very many (well one other) and generally he taught me to worship his in the way he wanted. The great thing now is that I get to adapt that style to a new man and he can get me doing what he wants. Feels like a win win on all sides.

Most of all though I am getting to explore new aspects of my submission, I am getting to connect with Graeme regularly and to see him often. We both have needs which require satisfying and it seems that I have found the right person to do so with. What are the chances of managing this twice in a row?

Sometimes you just have to take what life offers and if that offers the opportunity for part of you to be owned by another and for you to be able to worship part of them - well  - Let it be (as some 60's pop group once said)!

Photo from Black and White Erotic Images

Worship and possession

One of the big things i have learnt over the past couple of years is that submission is about undertaking some level of worship of my Dom, physically and on another level emotionally. If someone has a body (particularly the manhood attached to that body) that is pleasing to the eye and to the touch then physical worship is quite easy. Who doesn't want to kneel while she has her mouth around a large cock? Who doesn't want to feel Him inside her. It is the emotional worship that is more important though. The submission for me is about that latter state and it is that which i think i have needed to learn and to understand.

At the same time, the Dom wants to claim the sub for his own. He wants her to worship Him physically, openly invite being used by Him. What better way than with his manhood. For Him also though it is about being worshipped and possessing her emotionally. 

Last week, by concentrating on my needs my new Dom began that process. There wasn't all that much in the way of cock worship, but by starting to own my body and my mind i began to see that i most definitely wanted to worship. Orgasm after orgasm washed over me and through the pleasure and pain i began to submit to him. We both knew that yesterday, date two, would be different. When i arrived i was already his possession, i was already in full submission mode. But he set about getting me to show how i would worship him. 

His cock is large enough that it fills each of my holes. He made full use of me and it was good to be filled by him. It was the anal sex though that made me want to worship Him more, and made us both realise complete possession had taken place. He entered me from behind, with me lying on my side. He moved gently, then more quickly and roughly inside me. As is often the case these days my orgasm which was already close began to build; a fully penetrated arse does something serious to my senses and i can pretty much cum without much other stimulation. For a long time after this we lay together. Him very hard and long inside me, and me completely fulfilled by the possession that was taking place. We talked, he tweaked and squeezed my nipples and from time to time stroked my clit. But the over riding thing was the presence of his cock inside my most private place. We both know he wanted to stay there as long as possible so that i knew that i was His, that i was owned by Him.

When it came to taking Him in my mouth later, the feelings of worshipping Him and that wonderful cock almost overwhelmed me. I was able to take Him deep in my throat and to give him the pleasure He wanted. 

I guess this means that I do belong in the Cock Worshipping Society.

A gift from Fondles

I am gearing up to write a proper post, really I am. Life is just busy right now, and it is also complex. I have some time off coming up and I promise to give a proper update.

For now though, I am gifted a quiz by Fondles which gives a hint of life for joolz right now.

1. Does the cock you worship have a name? Would you like to give him one? 

-- No and not really. I do love His cock but no, a name in not necessary

2. What's the max number of times you've worshipped cock in a 24 hour period? 

-- Often we only get 24 hours in any 2-3 week period so lots of worship is required. Essentially during that time, my purpose is to worship His cock whenever he wants. Generally 3-4 times I would say (in whichever way he chooses).

3. How often does cock-worshipping take place?

-- Sadly not often enough. But we make the most of that time!

4. When worshipping cock, do you start with balls? [Yes / No and elaborate please.]

-- No, I generally start with the cock and move on to the balls

5. Do / Can you deep throat?

-- This is a skill that I am still perfecting, but am pleased to report that I am getting much better at it.

6. Spit or swallow? (Yeah yeah, I had to right?)

-- Swallow every time thanks

7. What do you focus on when worshipping cock? 

-- On giving him the pleasure he deserves. I concentrate on going deep and on getting my mouth around the size of him again. I try to shut out other thoughts and concentrate on the cock. It seems to work

8. How long is a typical cock worshipping session for you?

-- It might be a few minutes it might be longer, generally time passes and often I am surprised just how many.

9. What is your favourite cock worshipping position?

-- It depends on the situation. There is nothing like dropping to my knees soon after I have arrived to see him. Then there is on my back with his cock slipping further and further down. Then there is him on his back in the early morning while I go down on him.....

10. If you had to give up oral sex, which would you choose - never giving again, or never getting again?

-- mmm difficult as since I discovered I like to give him oral, I can't imagine not, but then again I love to receive....... on balance it is of course always better to give than receive....

His slut

She wore a tight grey skirt, with a cream top. Heels.

Every bit the business woman?

Well a cream top with black bra?

Seamed stockings?

As they entered the bar, she looked around and saw people in casual dress. It was Sunday, so people were out for lunch, socialising, chatting.

He observed that men looked at her legs, observed the heels, skirt, blouse, bra. He loved it - his slut watched by other men in this way.

As they sat with their drinks, he told her to open her legs for him. Of course she complied.

She tried to chat normally, he smiled at the idea that they were observed in this way. Last time they had sat in this bar, she had felt conspicuous by her dress and demeanour. This time she ignored any embarrassment, proud to be HIS slut.

They finished their drinks, and headed for their room. Outside the door, he paused and ran his hand up her stockinged leg, inside her panties. she gasped as his fingers stroked her wet pussy, her clit. Taking his hand away, he undid the zip on his trousers, releasing his large, hard cock. She was on her knees before he told her to suck.

Gratefully she took him into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she tried to block out the sounds in the pub area below. Instead she concentrated on the feel of him, the taste and smell. She was pleased to have her mouth filled with him at last.

Then as she got to her feet, he used the key card to admit them to the privacy of their room.

He had loved that she had looked every bit his slut in the bar and that she had behaved like one outside the room. Now, she would be His slut in the room. They both knew what would happen next.......

Still here

I haven't had much to write about over the past couple of weeks, plus I have been busy with work and things. That doesn't mean I am not here and it doesn't mean I am not keeping up to date with other blogs.

Reading what everyone else is up in their daily lives makes me a little jealous. More and more, I would like to be in a relationship where the D/s and the sex didn't have to be planned out. Living in the marital home, mostly without a husband, a hundred miles from the man I am involved with is not conducive to spontaneity. It is not as if he can call round and make demands on me, any more than I can call round his and offer myself to him. Still we are where we are and generally things are good.

Having said that, we have something planned out for tomorrow. What is more, we are heading back to the hotel where we first met. The place where I lost my virginity (so to speak), where I dressed in clothes which could only be described as slutty - short skirt, wrap around top, black stockings and heels. Walked into the hotel bar and essentially picked up my man. I was beyond nervous, so much so that I remember little about the whole thing, other than we had a lot of sex for a very long time and that I had anal for the first time. I know that I knelt before him and sucked him and that he used me. I also know that it was good, because I came back for more, much more.

Tomorrow, things will be a little different. For one thing we know each other well. Things will be much more relaxed than that first time. Plus we are going to get out into the countryside, picnic and geocache. But he will again take on the role of Master and I will be his submissive. He may well have me suck him in the woods, he will probably touch what is his and I will do what he wants willingly. Back in the room, I will dress for him in the way he likes and he will call me his slut. He will tell me to bend over and I am pretty sure he will slap me, perhaps with his hand, a belt, or if I am lucky he will have brought the riding crop! If I am even luckier he will have brought the nipple clamps and my nipples will be already tingling and burning.

For a few hours I will be his again. His to use as he wishes. That is what we are offering each other right now, and that is what we accept. For now this will do because I like being with him, he likes being with me and life is complicated enough to not take what you can from it.

Definitely more to come in a couple of days.

Never say never

The weekend went well.

There was no guarantee it would, but it did. 

I was tentative as I arrived and he seemed as nervous around me as I was around him. Neither of us knew whether it would be the same.

In one way it was quite different. Neither of us took our D/s roles for granted. Indeed if anything he wanted me to take something of a dominant role to begin with. He wanted to please me and he wanted me to tell him how angry I was with him, to tell him how much of a bastard I thought he was. Trouble is, when you are sitting on someones face while they lick you, and turn you on more than you have been turned on in a month, it is hard to hate them. Especially when that someone is a man who you still desire, much as you would like to pretend otherwise.

The scene we played out at that point was that I was no longer any one's slut, let alone his and it was his mission to turn me on so much, make me so wild with desire that I would revert. As I said to him, I couldn't even play hard to get, since I wanted his cock so much! I didn't call him Sir, not then. The sex was kinky, but there was no overt declaration of our roles. We both took what we needed from each other and that was enough.

The rest of the day was just fun. There was lunch, then a trip out for a walk, trip to a local museum and a new hobby of geocaching which he has just taken up and a bug for which he has now infected me with. Then in the evening dinner, a couple of films and just generally being together.

I knew we needed to talk about what had happened, but was happy to wait until the following morning, after breakfast.

Things in the new relationship did not go to plan, he is sorry he hurt me, I am sorry he hurt me, but also I expressed my surprise at the extent to which I was so affected by our break up. We talked through some of the reasons for that (I will try to put some of it into my journey page some time soon) and then we moved on to getting some pleasure from each other's bodies.

What I can say is that we still turn each other on. He still knows how to touch me, how to kiss me and just where to put his tongue for maximum pleasure. I worshipped his wonderful cock and my reward was having him put it wherever he wanted. I guess that was his reward too. Plus I admitted he was still my Master and there is very little else to say about the matter here and now.

They say never go back. I am not sure I have done that because it feels a bit different. Anyway, I think I would say never say you will never return because you might just miss out on something good.

Looking forward

So yesterday ended in disappointment. But as they say tomorrow is another day. In fact so is today.

My life, as Sir is always reminding me, is mainly positive these days. Redundancy has brought with it new opportunities; new car, apartment in France, new kitchen. In short, i am pretty much financially secure. Of course this doesn't take account of the prospect of divorce, but at the moment that is a way off.

i have been head hunted for the possibility of work that pays twice the rate i am currently receiving. i will need to go for an interview, but the possibility that i will soon be working full time again for a while is definitely there.

i am proud to report i have lost 7lb in 2 weeks. Diet and fitness are going well and i am on track to wear the corset within the month.

Next, arrangements have been made for the signing of papers for ownership of the French apartment. i am pretty excited about this. There will be a couple of short trips over there in the next few weeks and then hopefully i will be able to rent the apartment out before i take a longer holiday. My birthday is coming up, and i am hoping to be over there then. Perhaps taking my son as a treat for all of his hard work. Of course, i will have work for him to do while there, but i think he will be happy to help get things ready for paying guests.

Son's graduation is next Thursday; i will be just so proud!

Tomorrow, i am off to visit Sir (traffic permitting).

The weather here is suddenly as summer should be, so in prospect is an afternoon on the beach, just me, my book and perhaps an ice cream and some water. Then later, Sir and i maybe will have a picnic dinner on the beach. I just love this time of year for its long days and warm weather. Plus there is the prospect of al fresco fun, which knowing Sir will involve some kind of risk of being discovered, plus the pushing of my humiliation related limits.

i look forward to sucking Him.

i look forward to being fucked in all orifices.

i look forward to kneeling before Him.

i just look forward......

24 Hours

That is exactly how much time we had together this week. During that time there was time for sleep (approximately 7 or so), time for food and time to sit and watch a movie. But as well as that we went out for the whole afternoon to get us some countryside and culture and we spent a good deal of time in bed not asleep.

Because of Sir's work and my recent holiday, this was our first get together in around a month. i admit that i didn't realise how much i had missed him until i glimpsed the outline of his bottom as he stood in his kitchen washing up while i drank a welcome coffee. My journey had been long and involved much sitting in traffic. He greeted me with a kiss and some caresses, then coffee and toast.

A few minutes later i was free of my dress, wearing stockings and heels and my underwear. He stroked my clit very briefly, just that short caress requiring me to ask for my first (of many) orgasm. Then i was on my knees. Oh how i have come to love sucking that man's cock. Kneeling before him, my mouth full of his wonderful member, already dripping with cum myself was such a wonderful release from the stresses of both home and the journey.

Photo: Simply Black and White

A few minutes further along and i was knelt on his bed, receiving some painful, but beautiful and arousing swats from the riding crop. What a wonderful instrument that is for teasing, for swatting my bare body and for making me want more of His lovely cock. He didn't disappoint me (he never does). Firstly inside my pussy and then a little later the feel of him filling my arse. He was gentle, i pushed against him and he slid in. He moved slowly at first and then faster and a little more roughly. Then for a new position; him on his back, me sitting riding him, cock deep in my backside. As he stroked my clot, his cock deep inside me, i asked for (and was granted) another orgasm. A few minutes later, with me back on my knees He came and so, we lay together kissing and caressing.

But with just 24 hours together and a reasonable (warm but overcast) day outside, there was little time for sitting around. So after a light lunch, we headed off into the beautiful english countryside which Sir lives so close to and got us some history and culture. We visited an old house and watermill. We wandered the lovely gardens and the wider grounds. Given that it was a week day, and that the weather could have been a little more sunny, and given that the kids are still at school here in the UK, the place was reasonably quiet. Most visitors seemed to be in or around the house, which was a good thing since we found ourselves in a hut of the type found in the iron age. We kissed and he stroked inside my knickers. Then i sat on a bench and took his lovely cock in my mouth again, such a lovely mouth full. Out in the open, Sir spied a picnic table, and since we had no picnic with us we used it for another purpose. i bent over it and Sir slipped his cock back inside of my (or should i say his, since he owns it) arse. So so naughty, but wow just so wonderful in the outdoors like that. Moments later, we walked hand in hand and then drank tea and looked just like your average middle aged couple on an afternoon out.

Back at home, we ate dinner, watched TV and the movie, ate pudding and chatted. Then to bed for some more lovely sex. More orgasms, a perfect end to a perfect day.

In the morning, after breakfast there were kisses, some time to feel each other, some time for me to attend to his cock. To suck him in the way i love so much, to be his cock worshipping sub. Time for him to claim my pussy for one last time this visit and for me to be granted more orgasms.

24 hours doesn't seem like long. i guess it isn't and indeed if offered it i would take longer. But sometimes that is all that is needed. Happy sub, happy Master. Just perfect.

Relaxing

The weather helped in our decision to make Saturday a relaxing time. Early on i decided that around 3ish would be a good time to leave for home. That way, i would be back before it was properly dark.

We were awake early. i guess that it goes with our age, not being able to properly lie in these days. Still, it means that relaxing can be part of your awareness rather than part of something you realise has happened once you wake up.

After breakfast we spent time surfing the Internet. Thoughts of a trip to France, a suitable hotel and some kinky ideas to accompany it, were followed by research into a dungeon you can hire near where Sir lives, were followed by some ideas for me to get a week away to help sort my head.

After a bath (not actually together, but then unless you have something massive is no particular sacrifice), we took something of a bracing stroll by the sea. The first 10 minutes were great, but as the sun disappeared and it began to snow we wasted no time in getting back to Sir's warm house.

We returned to bed. Deliberately. For some Saturday sex. I dressed in stockings and suspender belt, complete with heels (my corset is a little tight right now, but i will sort that). He spent a lot of time sucking my nipples and stroking my clit before clamping my nipples. He went down on me. This was a feature this weekend, He has licked, sucked and bitten my clit such a lot this weekend, there was barely a point in asking to cum for him, since i felt like i was almost continuously orgasming! Then it was my turn. The more i worship His cock, the more i love it, want it in my mouth and to satisfy Him. He fills my mouth, and helps me concentrate my mind. Wonderful.

He pushed His cock into my cunt, from behind, with me crouching on the bed, then on my tummy, then on my side. Lastly, he filled my arse and i was able to cry out, tell Him what He loves to hear. That i am his whore, His slut, that i belong to Him and Him alone.

Lunch followed. What you have to understand about the needs of my Master is that sexual fulfilment is quickly followed by the need for food.

Lastly we went to the supermarket to we could both buy provisions for the next couple of days. Sir wanted me to be dressed as a slut for this trip, but had to be honest and say that He couldn't follow though (thank goodness as i too was spent). He thought it might be funny to add a couple of cans of sweetcorn to the blog, since that was one of his purchases. So here they are.

These are more exotic than the real ones, but there are two.

A cup of tea later and i was on my way home.

26 hours. Lots and lots of orgasms. A week of satisfaction by most peoples reckoning.

A relaxing day and a wonderful weekend.

Just what i needed!

Looking forward to being dressed as a nun in France (yes really)!

Respite

Sir doesn't like me to make out that he is any more special than he thinks he is. In my last post, i wrote that he was one really good thing in my life. Of course he isn't the only thing. But right now, he is important.

He didn't let me down.

This week has been one of the most difficult of my life. Probably since i found out hubby was cheating on me even though he had promised he had stopped. You see this is a long term problem, which dates back 20 years or more. But more of that in another post, perhaps tomorrow.

i left work yesterday  as soon as i could. This week has been half term, and with a diminishing workforce it seems to be difficult to take even one days leave. i made excellent progress, stopping at a service station to change out of my warm winter tights for stockings, suspender belt and to remove my knickers. Once i had parked up outside Sir's house i put on my heels.

He was pleased to see me, and i him. He definitely liked the effort i had made and it was obvious from the start that this trip was about Him taking care of my needs. Within minutes He had stroked my pussy, had clamped my nipples and clit and was spanking me with the riding crop. I melted into him. He knew what i needed and i got it.

After a simple but lovely lunch he told me to spread my legs. He spent a long time licking my needy pussy, making me cum and cum. Then He told me to go down on Him. Something i did willingly, with gratitude.

I sucked, took his cock deep within my mouth and throat. i licked his balls, licked his arse and then for the second time ever, i sucked him until He came.

We watched tv, had dinner and later kissed and caressed. i needed some time away from the stresses of this week and that's just what i got.

 A respite.

Swallowing

i haven't always been the person i have become. By that i mean the woman who enjoys her Masters cock.

It wasn't so long ago that i avoided putting a cock anywhere near my mouth, didn't even find the make organ particularly enticing.

Don't get me wrong, i am impressed by what some men have to offer. i enjoy the feeling of a cock inside me. But putting it in my mouth wouldn't have been my first choice. Perhaps i just hadn't met the right man, with the right cock.

When i started on this journey, i knew i would need to get over my feelings about oral sex. Sir was clear from the beginning that i would want to worship his cock, i would be expected to allow him to put it wherever He wanted. And considering my previous reticience as soon as i saw his organ, i wanted to kiss it at least.

It has been over 10 months and gradually i have gone from someone who had to concentrate hard on the job in hand to give the pleasure i know my Master desires to someone who relishes taking Him in my mouth, taking Him deeply and giving him the pleasure He wants and desires from me.

Last Sunday, i took the next step. i sucked Him until He came and i also swallowed.

It is unusal for me to spend the morning in bed, much less a good part of the day. But after our exertions on Saturday, we both needed the rest. Plus since we had the time and since we had no commitments we were able to do as we pleased. It pleased us to breakfast on pancakes, shower and then return to bed. It also pleased him when we kissed, and He became aroused and i moved down the bed to take Him in my mouth.

i licked his shaft, took him into my mouth, gradually moving it deeper into my mouth. i concentrated on what i was doing, on the pleasure it gave Him and on the newly found pleasure it gave me. For a while i stopped and i kissed Him on other parts of his body and we kissed on the lips. Then He told me that he thought i should finish what i had started and i knew that this was something i needed to do and that He wanted and needed from me. i moved back down, took his very hard cock, a mouthful into my mouth and focused my mind. i let my thoughts float away and concentrated on sucking him, on worshipping his wonderful cock and within minutes His sweet, wonderful cum filled the back of my mouth.

i swallowed.

i am surely a cock worshipping sub now?

Cock worshipping through skype

Even though i would love to, i am unable to see, feel, smell or taste Sir's cock every day. Even though it has been a couple of weeks since i last saw Him, i am fully able to visualise and to remember as i lie in bed of a morning or night. i love to imagine that i am touching His smooth shaft and that my hand is firmly placed around it as i widen my mouth in preparation to take him within. Sir has a large cock which is more than a mouthful, which means that when i do have It in my mouth, i am forced to give it my full attention. Sir of course loves me to worship Him in this way; why wouldn't he. He is my Master and i am His sub, His slut.

Recently we have used skype as a means of chatting and also as a way of being able to see each other's bodies as we do so. Sir loves to see my underwear, He loves to see me undress and to show him His possessions, the holes where he loves to put His cock. He loves to see me touch myself for Him, while i tell Him that i am a slut and a whore and tell him how much i love to feel His cock inside me.

In turn, i love to see Him stroke that lovely, big, fat cock. i love to imagine i am kneeling before him and that he is forcing it deep into my throat making my eyes water. i love to imagine running my tongue up and down its shaft, to be sucking him. i love to think of how it smells, to taste his precum as it emerges. As He strokes, He does so in a way that says - look at me, look at my lovely cock, look i love it as much as you do - and that makes me even more turned on and even closer to cumming for him.

While i look at Him through the means of this modern technology, i yearn to be there with him and i think ahead to the day when i will be. Skype isn't the same as being in the same room, but it certainly helps me in my worship of His cock.

The lovely Spanky has started a new Cock Worshipping Subs blog and i have become one of the authors there. i am going to cross post this post there.

Picture from Simply Black and White

Day Out - Part 2

i am a very lucky slut in that my Master tolerates my moodiness. So an hour after part 1, i was stripped to my basque, suspenders and heeled boots, lying on my back on a large (and might i say lovely) table. What do you call a large table which sits just a few inches high, like that, in the middle of the living room (coffee, occasional?) He was leaned over me, His cock in my mouth, His fingers caressing my pussy. Already i was putty in His hands, my previous irritations long gone. I took his cock in my mouth, i sucked and licked, i took him as deep as i could and then sucked and licked some more. i think, and things are a little hazy, i asked to cum and was granted that amazing experience. He is good like that. He attends to my needs and i know that in doing so, it turns Him on.

He made us tea (we had both had quite long journey's to meet) and then said we should repair upstairs (He is old fashioned like that). Sensibly, i drank most of my tea before we got that far.

He cuffed me, applied nipple clamps and had me crouch on the bed, legs wide. i was beyond wet. Still in my post orgasmic state i was ready for what was to come next. Not only did He spank me with his hand and the lead to my collar he also from somewhere produced a belt. Now that belt hurt, but pain and i are developing a new kind of relationship. It made me wetter than wet and as he said 'pliable'. Who doesn't want to be pliable for their Master?

i asked him about this last night. To begin with pain didn't feature. He wasn't keen on inflicting it and i wasn't keen on receiving it. But it turns out the two are linked. As i discovered that receiving pain turns me on, he finds that giving me pain turns him on. This is a really good thing and a self fulfilling prophesy!

His tongue licked me. i was almost wild with desire as it flicked around my clit. Then his tongue was replaced with his fingers, pinching me, giving me pain and pleasure at the same time. My clamped nipples tingled and burned, my pussy was beyond wet. His tongue moved to my ass hole, his fingers still on my clit.  i think around that time i asked for and was given another orgasm (as i say it is hazy).

Then at last he said "what is Master going to do now?"
"You are going to fuck my arse Sir"

There is something about anal sex which i cannot fully describe. He is the only man to have ever gone there. It is a kind of forbidden place and it feels just so special. He claims me. i submit. And so it was. He loves that He is the only person to have ever have fucked me there and the feeling is mutual.

This was a day out made in heaven!

I am Number 18

The 18th person to become a Cock Worshiping Sub (CWS for short over at Spanky's place Bright Bottom. i have thought of becoming a member for quite a while, because of course i do worship Sir's cock and know that my place during play and in the bedroom is to give Him pleasure. That pleasure includes him using any part of me that he chooses for his cock. I love nothing more than to feel his cock inside me, owning me, possessing me.

What is different with Sir, as apposed to what has gone before is that i really do worship that cock. It is those moments when i am kneeling before him, with his cock in my mouth that i face who i am, what i am and where i am. i truly worship him and his cock.

Spanky has set a challenge for all the CWS members (this is number 2), as follows:

To write 55 words on the moment before you know you will be sucking a cock.

i have waited weeks for this and here i am. The smell; newly showered mixed with arousal. Is that me or you? Maybe both of us? It is big today, will it fit into my mouth? Will i be able to give you what you want? Can i take you deep enough. I will.