I knowingly admit I am a sex addict. I like to be fucked and used over and over again. Having someone own me, to use me whenever they want to makes me feel that my nymphomaniac ways are of some use. I have always dreamed of being a whore. A hooker standing at the corner waiting for a man to pick her. To think she is good enough to fuck. I would write about it in my journal. Never told Master that I desired it. He found it one night while checking my internet traffic. I was never allowed to hide anything from him. This was no different.
"Bitch, get out of bed and in here." I hear him yell from across the house.
I hardly wake up and he yells it until I get out of bed. Incoherent I wake up and walk to the dining room where he is sitting at the computer.
"What in gods name are all these pictures of"? he says in a gruff voice
"They are hookers daddy"
He grabs my face hard and puts my nose as close to the screen as it can go. I look at the screen and know I am in trouble.
"Why are you looking at these woman in these outfits?" He asked with out letting go of my face.
"I have fantasies about being a hooker Master." I say swallowing hard
" Why have you not told me that until now?" He growls back at me
"I suppose I was scared Sir, I do not wish for you to think bad things about me."
"You are to tell me everything you desire, everything you want. You are a whore, we both know that. You have to be fucked on a regular basis. This does not surprise me." He lets go of my face and laughs
"We will be handling this now. Lets go."
He pulls me by my hair and takes me into the bedroom. Pushing me hard onto the bed, he points at me and I know to stay right where I am. He rustles around in the closet for several minutes and my eyes start to tear up. I wonder what it is he will be doing to me. I trust him and know that he will take care of me. Understanding that helps my thoughts. He comes out of the closet with a black mini skirt and tank top.
"Put this on little whore, I laid your red lipstick on the counter. I want your hair teased and more makeup then you would ever put on. You are to look like a whore tonight. No questions. You have looked at all those pictures, now make yourself look like that. You have 15 minutes to get ready, then I want you walking to the corner of 22nd and pine. You are to stand there like a hooker would. If someone rides up and asks you to service them, you tell them you are waiting for someone. Do you understand?"
"Are you coming for me?" my voices cracks as I ask.
He says nothing to me, but sets the timer on the bathroom counter and walks out slamming the door behind him. I glance at the clock with my eyes still full of sleep. 4:15 am. My eyes start to tear as I slip on the garter and skirt that Master has laid out for me. I put on the lacy see through tank top with no bra, as he has not laid one out for me. I slip my high heel shoes on and start to worry about walking downtown at this hour. With hands shaking I manage to put my red lipstick on and tease my hair. With applying lots of hairspray I smile at myself in the mirror. This is not like me. I never do my hair like this. Never apply this much makeup. I am embarrassed and feel sexy all at once. The timer goes off and I shut the door behind me. The walk seems forever long to the corner of 22nd. Although I know it is only around 5 minutes. Perhaps 3 blocks is all it is, but it seems like miles. My shoes are already hurting my feet and my eyes are constantly scanning the surrounding environment. I get to the corner and do not see Masters car. I forget to put on my watch, so the time seems to drag on. A few cars pull up asking a price and I fidget trying to tell them I am waiting for someone. One man even talks to me for awhile and I keep looking above the car for Master to save me. He isn?t to be seen.
"Come on, I will give you fifty bucks for a blow job. I cum pretty quickly, you don't even have to swallow." The man leans over to the passenger seat of the car.
" I am sorry Sir, but I am waiting for someone." I say nervously through my muffled words.
"I have a heavy thick cock, It is already growing in my pants. Come on baby."