The second I walked out the door I exhaled. It's that step that's the hardest. You wouldn't think so – but closing the door on the real world, and taking the first stride into my secret existence is always exhilarating. Maybe it's because I know what I'm doing is wrong but don't care. Or maybe it's because nothing makes me instantly wet like knowing I'm headed to meet my Master.
The real world has a partner, a child, a serious job, school meetings, dance nights, etc etc etc – all that stuff that comes with the grown up world. And yet behind that – behind that veneer of 'normal', the 'perfect family' is me, fucking my partner while thinking about my Master using my body.
When he texted last week and set our meeting last night he laid down the rules for the days ahead. No cumming!!. First rule. I wasn't to touch myself without his permission – I was to perform all tasks assigned to me in the coming days – and I was to remember as always, that I was nothing more than his dirty slut – my purpose being nothing more than to serve his desires.
I picked up the text in a meeting with 2 international clients – and just his name on my phone elicits the controlled reaction –my clit tingling, my pussy moistening. He owns my body and mind even when He is not with me – and He loves nothing more than to exert that over me – to make me a quivering mess until I'm begging to see Him – to be abused and humiliated and fucked like the whore I've always craved to be. I love it – and He knows it.
He checked in with me during the week – assigned Monday as panty free – made me write the words 'fuck meat' in pen on my thighs, then text Him several pictures of my naked pussy from my office during the day.
Tuesday's text - He dressed me. Holy Shit did it cause a stir in the office (and at my coffee place, and down the street). Black suspenders, mid thigh black summer skirt, black stockings, red lack bra, white see thru shirt, long black jacket, black 4 inch heels. Long black hair brushed straight in a pony tail down my back, soft make up, red lips. I had to put my coat over the top to leave the house – and jumped in the car, knowing I looked like a total slut. Let's just say I spent a lot of the day in my office with the door closed!
I often work late on a Tuesday, and Master knows this well – and when he texted to ask if the office was empty – he knew the answer would be yes.
"turn on your webcam slut" He demanded. I did exactly what I was told and was greeted by him sitting back in his chair stroking his perfect 9 inch cock.
"You know what I've been thinking about to get this fucking hard cum slut?
"Using me Master?" I reply
