10th August 2011 Do you know how wet it made me watching him in the garage turning the bundle of garden canes into an instrument of torture? Watching the concentration on his face as he wound wire round the ends to hold them in place, the muscles in his hands and arms visibly working to…
31st May 2011 I have been told that my pussy is pretty and also very neat but like most woman I don’t always see that. Over the years it has definitely changed, the arrival of children was probably the main cause of that but then I was also lucky, I had a fairly easy birth,…
31st May 2011 What do you call yours; Vagina, lady bits, cunt, vag, pussy, hoo hoo, down there, vajayjay, cunny, kitty, fanny (for American readers, fanny in the UK is your pussy not your arse) beaver, quim, muff, poonany, snatch, or maybe front bottom? Mine is my pussy, although I have been known to use…
27th April 2011 Reaching down between my legs I find the smooth soft skin of my pussy and gently stroke. Slowly I explore, caressing my thighs and the outer folds of my pussy, taking my time, savouring the sensation of my touch. I close my eyes and try to forget that it is my hand…
22nd April 2011 I have 2 types of orgasms; the little ones where my pussy muscles go tight and the BIG one where my whole pussy spasms and pulses. I can have the little ones from penetration alone but I need clitoral stimulation to have a big one I find it easiest to cum laying…
18th March 2011 YES!!! It’s here, Fridayyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Can you tell I am happy about this? The last day of my torturous orgasm free week is finally here and I have decided that unlike Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and the slowest of them all Thursday, Friday is going to zoom by. For a start it is going…
21st February 2010 “Now, where were we Slutmine?” “Sir?” “Oh come now my love, don’t tell me you have forgotten already?” “Forgotten Sir?” I reply, my brow furrowing in puzzlement. You chuckle as you take my chin between your fingers and tilt my face up to yours…. “Such a pretty little confused look, my darling…
17th November 2010 My body aches for him. I miss his touch so much. It doesn’t matter how many times I get to cum, that need for him and his touch is never diminished, never satisfied, in fact the opposite is true, the need, the craving, the longing just seems to grow and build and…
22nd November 2010 3.45am! That was the hideous hour we had to get up in order to catch the train from the town I live in, to London so that we could get the Euro Star. I am not good in the mornings at the best of times but this was just silly. Luckily, he…
27th October 2010 I don’t have a bath very often if truth be told. I am more of a shower person, mainly because I am usually rushing, often on the verge of lateness and there just isn’t time for a bath. A bath to me is something you do on cold winter evenings, when you…
19th October 2010 With one arm around my waist he draws me back onto my feet. Standing behind me his body is curved up against mine and I can feel his hard cock through his jeans grinding up against my sore arse. The sensation makes me gasp. “Ready for your present now Slutmine?” he whispers…
One of my regular tasks is to wear my lovely little butt plug every day. It started off as half an hour a day but now I am meant to wear it for as long as I can. Depending on circumstances this can be anything from the required half an hour to 4 or…
10th August 2010 “Oh Sir, look, it has finally stopped raining, in fact, I think I can even see sunshine.” Slipping out from under the bed covers I pulled the curtains back and let the mid morning light pour into my room. For a moment I just stood there, enjoying the blue sky, it…
23rd Aug 2010 Of all the tasks he sets me, I do so love a writing task. I love writing, but I often find that I over think about what to write and don’t actually just getting on and write it, and so when I am given a topic and a deadline it provides that…
26th July 2010 I have been trying to write all day, but the words won’t come. My brain keeps jumping from thought to thought, I can’t get it to settle and find that place where I can let the words flow. I slept in this morning, the first time in ages that I didn’t set…
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