My Perfect Submission

This story is very different from my first couple of fantasy contributions. This is much more personal to me as it is a detailed account of actual time I have spent serving my Master. As with all of my writings, I know they are not for everyone, but I please ask that you respect the intimate nature of this story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did reliving it while composing.

Anticipation.

Anticipation is everything at the moment. Sometimes it is my best friend, sometimes it is my worst enemy, but with over a thousand miles separating me from my Master it is part of my life when I am getting ready to see Him. As much as it gives me a feeling of absolute delight, it also stresses me out. Everything has to go perfectly when I see Him, at least in my own head it does. He knows I am not perfect, but as His slave, I always feel I have to be. Did I prep my body to His liking? Did I pack all the right toys? Will our flights arrive as scheduled? Did I get all my tasks done? It is a feeling of being totally focused all while being totally distracted at the same time.

Even as the years go by, I feel like a nervous schoolgirl when getting ready to be at His feet. I know everything that is expected of me like the back of my hand. Each time, the rules for getting ready change ever so slightly, but they never stray very far. The buildup can take weeks and this time was no different.

Master had a business meeting coming up in San Francisco. It was the perfect opportunity to be at His feet for a few days and be the fuckpig I was born to be. Plans were made, flights were booked and my anticipation began. Two and a half weeks to stew in my own juices while I waited to be at His feet. Two and a half extremely long weeks.

The days seemed to creep by. Master always keeps me busy with tasks and rules to remember, constantly changing, to keep me on my toes. But still the days lagged on. My anticipation and need to be used grew and grew with every minute. At first I was allowed to continue playing with my toys. Two sets of ben wa balls, one filling my cunt and one set in my ass at all times. Work, home, running errands, no matter the place, I could feel those small toys working me ever so slightly from the inside out. Making my cunt drip with my own wetness. Master even had me sleep with a fisting dildo stretching my cunt from the inside out one night, a blessing at first but by morning it was pure torture.

I knew the day was coming when Master told me no more toys though. No toys, no touching myself sexually and most importantly no cumming. His holes, because ultimately that's what they are, were only going to be filled by Him and He wanted them tight and needy. Wet and ready. Desperate for His cock even more so than they always are.

Pent up can barely describe the state I went into at that point. A complete bitch in heat, needing to be abused and used as hard as humanly possible. Craving nothing but His leather, cock, cum and piss. Keeping a straight thought that didn't involve Him was next to impossible. Anticipation was at a fever pitch. My need to submit to Him was almost unbearable.

But I had to keep it together. I had a trip I had to focus on. Before I knew it, the day before flying to San Fran was upon me. Everything had to be prepped, packed and ready to go for 5:30 am the next day. Every toy was washed and laid out in front of me. Dildos, clamps, crop, rope, lube, masks, ball gag and a whole array of other goodies. Most importantly, His leather belt. He

gave it to me years ago and I sleep with it every night, either on my bedside table or tucked under my pillow like some kind of painslut teddy bear. The amount of cum, sweat and tears that have been worked into that single piece of glorious leather make me proud and it serves as a constant reminder of His dominance over me.

Packing up all the toys was hard. Every single one made my cunt throb just looking at it. I hadn't cum in a long time, my holes were aching to be touched, filled, fucked but I knew in one more sleep and one long plane ride, I would be at His feet.

I still had errands to run. My mind felt like it was going through a million thoughts a second. And that is when I made my first mistake. I was so busy getting ready; I forgot to email Master when I woke up in the morning. There is nothing like a stern reprimand from the man you know can inflict a world of pain on you to get you refocused. Lapses in communication result in punishment. It was a hard pill for me to swallow. I was scurrying around like a depraved little mouse and here I forgot the most important thing. Communication. The reminder was all I needed to straighten my slutty mind right out. Keep your eye on the prize fuckpig. It was all I had to remember from that point on until I arrived at my destination.

I finished running all my errands in the afternoon. Minnesota is a cruel mistress in the wintertime, especially when wearing a miniskirt outdoors going from shop to shop. My cunt was more than happy to be relieved of the freezing temperatures when I finally got home. Everything was packed, email sent to Master. Now my real preparations could begin. Getting my body ready to be used. Make my body whisper smooth for Him to enjoy. Enemas so I am porn star clean. Lotion so my skin is soft and supple for His leather to abuse. Hydrate myself with lots of water. My body is nothing but His playground; I have to make sure it is ready in every way.

I won't lie. After going for days and days without anything filling my ass, an enema brought a smile to my face. They are not my favorite thing in the world. They can be awkward, they can be painful but when all you want, all you NEED, is to have something in your ass, they can be oh so relaxing and dare I say pleasant. Down on all fours, ass in the air in a warm tub of water, feeling the warm water flow down the tube from the bag dangling above my head and into my waiting ass. It starts out easy enough, but as the bag grows more empty and my ass feels more and more full, then the challenge begins. My cunt drools it's depraved, slutty juices down my thighs as I struggle under the growing strain all the water puts on my ass. All I can do is keep bent over as I pull the tube out slowly and stay still while the water does its job until I know it is time to unfill my ass of all the water.

Three times I did this dance. Bent over, ass filled with water, emptied. It is like a depraved rinse, wash, and repeat cycle. As much as I relished having my ass filled with something, anything, I was relieved when I was all done for the evening. I looked in the mirror; I could see the weight of anticipation starting to lift off of me. The stress of getting ready was almost done. All of my wants, my needs, my desires. Everything I was born for waited for me one more sleep away.

I settled in for the night watching videos of Master using me in the past, going through picture after picture of the use and abuse I live for at His feet. Remembering the taste of the sweat on His skin, His almost sweet cum, His salty piss, remembering everything. The smell of His cologne which just sharpens my senses in on Him even more. The sting of His leather, the steadiness of His voice. I could feel my submissive nature taking over but before I could really let it overwhelm me, I had to get my ass to San Fran. A hot bath lulled me to sleep. My sheets felt like hands all over my sensitive body which was begging to be touched and before I knew it my alarm was waking me at 4:30 am telling me it was time to start my journey.

Everything I needed was packed. My mental checklist was completed. I had a quick shower and did my hair and makeup without a single thought in my head. I was nervous and in auto pilot at this point. Horny beyond belief and so excited to see my Master but still knew I had a long day ahead of me before I could relax. I got dressed in a shorter skirt, thigh high stockings, tight fitting shirt and nothing more. I grew accustomed to going without panties and a bra long ago. They only get in the way anyways and I love the feeling of cool air against my clean shaved, dripping wet cunt. I called a cab and pulled on a set of black high heels. Slutty beauty over comfort, even when just going through the airport.

The airport was a breeze to get through. I always pout a little when security doesn't send me through the full body scanner. Or send me for a proper pat down and cavity search. Always wonder what the security person working the scanner thinks when they see my pierced nipples and clit pop up on their screen. Do I make them hard in the back room? Sadly this time I just had to walk through the metal detector and be on my way to the gate. My flight was on time and before I knew it I was cruising high over the country, fidgeting in my seat from my need to be filled. The only thoughts in my slutty head were of my Master's cock.

I landed in San Fran without a hitch. My bag full of toys was waiting for me on the baggage carousel. Now I just had to wait for Master. His flight was only a few short hours behind mine, so I grabbed a secluded corner in the airport to read some dirty stories and stew in my own juices some more.

My phone beeped at me, a message from Master lit up my eyes.

"Just got on the plane. Sipping a juice so that I can hopefully piss on the drive to the hotel My urinal. See u soon pig."

I could have creamed right there in my seat. I love swallowing down His piss and the idea of doing so before even arriving at the hotel room made my head swim with depravity. My mouth was watering just thinking about it. But I still had to wait. He dangled a treat in front of me knowing that I wouldn't be able to clear it from my slutty mind. Knowing it would make my pussy drip down my legs. Time can go by so slowly when I cannot entertain my fuckholes. My cunt was throbbing enough I could literally count the seconds on the clock ticking by. Finally His flight arrived.

He texted me saying He was just grabbing the rental car and He would pick me up right out front of arrivals shortly. My heart jumped and my cunt flooded with juices. FINALLY, the weeks of anticipation were over. I adjusted my hair, straightened my skirt and collected all of my things just in time to get the text "Now cunt."

I could have tripped over my own feet trying to get out front as quickly as possible. Just as I walked out, He pulled up. I can't remember if I let out a sigh of relief or took in a big breath of nervous air seeing Him. I put my things in the back seat and slid into the front right beside Him. The second I sat down, the entire weight of all that anticipation was lifted off of me. I could finally be my submissive self; I could focus completely on being the fuckpig I was born to be without any other thought in my mind.

Instinctively I slid up my skirt revealing my bald, wet cunt and my shirt right after letting my tits be completely exposed as we pulled away from the airport arrivals area. I had absolutely no worries about someone seeing my body through the windows of the car, the more people who saw flashes of my lily white tits the better in my mind. I was blessed with a nice rack, one that would be a shame not to share with others.

Master and I exchanged our usual 'how was your flight' banter and hellos as normally as if I were sitting there completely clothed. I was distracted though. All I could think about was the big, thick cock I knew was just one unzipped fly away from me. It was all I had thought about for weeks on end. The taste of it, the size of it filling my mouth, how I struggle to take it all down my throat. My mind was completely zeroed in on it and as much as I tried to attempt a friendly conversation with the man I had missed so much, my submissive fuckpig self was taking over and all I wanted was His cock in my mouth.

As if He read my mind, He reached to His pants and unzipped His fly. I instantly dialed in as I watched Him pull out the cock that I live to worship.

"Get to it pig."

It was like music to my slutty ears. I leaned down and sunk my mouth down on His cock without hesitation or having to be told twice. Finally! What I truly needed; His proper thick cock in my mouth.

But rather than start bobbing my head up and down, sucking Him like I needed to, He told me just to keep still. Master had been sipping juice on the plane for a reason; to fill His urinal full of His hot piss on the drive to the hotel. His urinal naturally is me. I swallow everything Master feeds me like the delicious gift it is.

So I remained very still, drooling on His cock, fighting the urge to start sucking Him off. I could taste the sweat on His skin, salty sweet, and it only made me drool down on His cock more and more. I wanted so badly to taste His salty cocktail filling my mouth for me to swallow down so I could get started on some proper cock worship bent over in the car.

But as it turns out, Master's cock missed me just as much as I missed it and He was rock hard without me even trying. He knew there was no way He was pissing in His dirty little urinal with a hard cock while driving.

"Seems like My cock knows exactly what it wants when it gets near your mouth pig," He said almost laughing. "Suck pig."

The words I really wanted to hear at that point. Instantly I started sucking His cock exactly how I needed to. Slowly, deep, savoring the taste of His skin and drops of precum. I couldn't help but moan on His cock while my head was totally swimming in the act. I completely forgot I was bent over in his lap while driving through traffic, all that mattered was His cock.

I shifted my body so my ass was in the air a little bit. I was exposed to everyone driving by, while my cunt started flooding with my slutty juices. My hope was that Master would touch my holes. That I could finally feel even a finger in my cunt after so many days of being devoid of any touch and completely empty. What I got pushed me even further into my pent up state.

I felt Master's hand come down on my ass in a nice loud slap.

"I am going to hurt you pig," He said knowing I needed His dominance and pain just as much as I needed His cock.

I could hear a slight smile in His tone. I could hear His need for my submission, to see me suffering at His feet. I couldn't help but moan even more as I kept on working my head up and down on His cock just knowing He was enjoying Himself and His own anticipation.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Every single one made me sink into my submissive nature even more. Every one made me want Him to hurt me even more. He would switch between grabbing on my nipples, pulling them hard and making me feel the pain flow through my tits to spanking my ass as I strained to present it to Him even more in the difficult position I was in. I could feel my skin radiating heat as He turned it pink with each blow.

I completely forgot where I was, that there could be people in passing vehicles watching. I didn't care, my senses were overwhelming everything else. I was His pig, worshiping His cock, relishing His pain without any other care in the world.

Every so often Master would get me to sit up properly when traffic got too heavy and He was trying to figure out where He had to go to get to the hotel or emergency vehicles were going by. Every time I sat up I had the biggest grin on my face but wanted to dive right back into His lap. I don't even know if He really needed me to sit up or if He was just doing it to engulf me in my own lust even more. My hand working away at my clit, rubbing it without even noticing it while I sat patiently must have been quite the indicator of what I needed to Him.

Finally I had to sit up for the rest of the drive as we were just about at our destination. The hotel was just outside of San Francisco, to the south in an area that felt more rural than metro, right on the ocean. For a Minnesota girl I was over the moon just to be by the ocean, let alone in such a serene place with my Master. I adjusted my clothes and waited in the car while He went inside to check in and get our room keys. It was a moment for me to catch my breath, to take in the fact that I was again with my Master.

He returned to the car in just a few minutes and we went ahead into the underground parking. We unloaded our bags and were in the elevator headed up to the room when I realized how thirsty I was. Master didn't piss down my throat on the drive and it was all I wanted at that moment to get rid of my dry mouth. I knew I would get fed His golden piss sooner than later, I didn't realize just how soon it would be.

Up in the suite He booked us, the view was gorgeous. There was lots of room for Master to use me, a balcony and a huge jetted tub in the bedroom. I kicked off my shoes and neatly took my clothes off the second we got in the door and I put my bags down. I never wear clothes when with my Master unless they are absolutely needed. I threw my hair up into a pony tail so it was out of the way and got down on my hands and knees as expected.

Master had me by the hair before I even had a chance to get comfortable on all fours and used it like a leash, pulling me as I crawled at His feet through the bedroom up to the tub.

"Get in pig. Thirsty?"

With those words I knew I was finally going to get the drink I needed so badly as I carefully got into the tub and down on my knees. Master got in as well, standing right in front of me lining His cock up with my waiting mouth.

My mouth was open and waiting like a urinal in a men's room, mind you a very sexy urinal with tits, but a urinal none the less. Master trained me a long time ago to take down His golden piss like the gift it is. He started with showering me in it, marking me as His property like a dog does to a tree. When I first submitted Him, watersports were a limit to me but something to push me with to Him. But the very first time Master's piss hit my skin, I knew I was in love with being His depraved pig. That in turn graduated into Him pissing all over my face, letting me get a taste of it, filling my senses completely with the smell and flavor, and over time it turned into me drinking every drop of Him down. I grew from fearing a simple golden shower to craving His salty cocktail all the time.

And then there it was. The first drops fell on my tongue completely awakening a whole new level of submissiveness inside of me. The taste was strong, salty and bitter, normally things I prefer to keep away from my delicate senses, but when it is His piss, it is completely different. It is like nectar I can't get enough of. Slowly Master filled up my mouth until it was brimming with His piss. He stopped, allowing me to swallow the mouthful, savor the taste and open up again for the next mouthful. I am always in awe of how patient He is with me. Cutting off His own stream mid piss just to let me swallow so I do not spill any of it. He told me someday I will be able to drink continuously, for now I am very thankful He lets me go at the pace I need to in order to get all of Him down.

It must have been quite the sight to see. Sun shining through the window down onto the tub, gorgeous ocean view and my pale skin illuminated. Completely submissive while I knelt there swallowing mouthful after mouthful of hot, salty piss from a huge cock dangling over my open waiting mouth. Every ounce went down like aged wine, flowing down my throat, filling my belly, making my cunt drip with depravity. My breath was changing; I could feel moans forming in my throat as I relished being His urinal. The air was filled not just with the smell of His piss but with the scent of my own lustful cunt as I started to drip more and more. I could have came if it went on any longer. But Master saw I had enough to drink, my last mouthful was hard for me to swallow and I struggled not to gag, the taste finally becoming a little much and I could feel drops of piss raining down my chin and onto my tits.