The dairy of His whore

The dairy of His whore The dairy of His whore

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

My name is the whore, I am my Master's submissive little toy. This is how my life turned from plain old Vanilla to the darkest of chocolate! Not only does my sex life read something darker than good old "fifty" but through this glorious Dom/sub relationship a loving friendship an heated romance was created. This is actual parts of my life for the last 14 months, I hope you enjoy

Summary

My name is the whore, I am my Master's submissive little toy. This is how my life turned from plain old Vanilla to the darkest of chocolate!
Not only does my sex life read something darker than good old "fifty" but through this glorious Dom/sub relationship a loving friendship an heated romance was created.
This is actual parts of my life for the last 14 months, I hope you enjoy

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Submitted: December 11, 2013

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Im going to start at the beginning just so you can get a good picture of who i am.  Im going to start in my early teens. ive always been alittle plumper than most girls. Twig, i was not! But on a good note i was rocking an awsome pair of E cup tits. Attention they got was not the attention i was looking for. i wasnt going to get it in school, with friends and if an when boyfriends. It was at home waiting for me on my PC in the spare room in my grandmothers house where i lived. (mum and dad are still live n kickin) I would sit every night nearly horny as hell an mesmerised with the world infront of my eyes an at my fingertips.

Online BDSM chatrooms! cant remember the names at the time but thats really not important. Here you picked your role walked into the room and waited to play, or posted sugestions so Masters/Sir's/Dom's/Daddy's/Mistress' and so on would be intreaged into playing with you.
My favourite teaser as i called them was as followed:

Im your naughtly little slave who got caught playing lavaishly with myself. i thought i may have escaped punishment so i fall to sleep with a smile. the next morning i am rudely awakened by a sharp deep pulsating in my cunt. my eyes shoot open my whole body alive. my wrists are cuffed tightly to either side of my best post. my ankles the same to the bottom posts. My mouth is gagged i cant even scream. Your standing over me with a look of pure devilish joy "how will i make you pay?"

And from there i would leave the rest for someone else to respond. i used to play out loads of different fantasies, some nights i would be a Mistress and have men at my feet ready to serve me and please me any which way i commanded. it was amazing. Yet playing with myself every night was not forfilling the aching throb inside me that screamed i was all this was real.

Then towards my 17th birthday my life met its longest painful mile stone of my life which through all the pain an suffering my two amazing beautiful funny kids were born and that i am thankful for.

My sex life was well at first like any new relationship and it wasnt so bad not what i wanted but sex was sex. i hadnt had a great deal of actual practice and neither did he so it seemed like a good idea at first. But the relationship turned nasty. there was mental abuse, physical abuse. we were homeless more times than a little debt ridden and i was trying to care for two children.
From the very start of the relationship with Vanilla shall we say, i met the group of friends he was very close with. all being younger the first couple of years were really great late night partys drinking you name it. There was 6 or 7 of us. mostly 4 boys and me an the other.
There was time when things got rough an that my now said Master, but back then Dark choc was there to comfort and a few times sugguested a better life with him and tell me i deserve better. I sometimes wish i didnt have my morals back then, but then again things could have gone different and i may not have ended up where i am today.
 

Ok that bit over lets bring it back to the good stuff. Well summer 2012 i got up and rid my life so to speak of the Vanilla that was ruining my life. I was single for once after nearly nine years. This was weird, i was nearly 25 and had two kids. how the hell was i going to get the sexual satisfaction i desired.
Dark choclate!!!! having to skip back in time again i just need to explain a little about him. Well i now call him Master which is perfect in every way for him. but before i was aqaunted with him, Dark chocolate was the sex god, and in all things kinky. a close person i knew got to find out for herself first as she had to move out of ours when i was having my daughter. they started out as fuck buddies, but she wanted more over the years but he just didnt want it. Some of the stories she told me i just couldnt believe, they sounded out of this world and to be honest kind of impossible. i was so jealous of her. it was those times that i wished i had taken dark chocolates offer.

On my 25th birthday i recieved a message from one of our mutual friends congratulating me on removing the Vanilla from my life and asking for my number for Dark chocolate so we could keep in touch. right then my heart skipped a beat an my body lit up. there was no way in hell that his intensions where to keep in touch. so without a thought i sent my number. two minutes later i recieved a message from dark chocolate asking for a "jump" as he called it and i accepted! This was the start of my journey of my dreams.

 

 

(was just a really quick post when i have time i will spell check and make correction, hope you enjoy tho)

 

 


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