Dear Master (3 page)

I’ve thought about old men fucking me, and young guys too. I’ve looked at black guys and Mexican guys and fat old white guys and I’ve wondered what it might be like to be humiliated by them.

I’ve thought about groups of horny men, all fucking my mouth, my cunt, my ass … 

I feel like I think about sex almost constantly now, and if I were to touch my pussy I’m sure it would be dripping wet. I can feel my clit throbbing in my panties right now, as I’m writing this, and my legs are trembling and feel like jelly from what I just did to myself. But I’m getting ahead of myself again, aren’t I, Master?

I will tell you exactly what happened. 

Okay, well this morning I felt very excited when I first woke up because I knew that today was the day I was to finally complete my assignment. If I’m honest, I’d been both excited and also kind of terrified. I’d never done anything in public before, and in the past I’ve always been rather shy. I suppose that might be why you asked me to do it? I’m certainly not an exhibitionist, anyway, and get easily embarrassed. So whenever I thought about your task for me, I felt both horny and also rather nervous, hoping I would be brave enough and a good enough slut to actually go through with it.

So today, as you instructed, I didn’t wear any panties, and I wore my sluttiest black hold-up stockings too, leaving my pussy completely exposed beneath my smart black work skirt. All morning at the office, my heart was hammering in my chest and my palms were clammy, whenever I thought about just what I was going to do that lunchtime. I tried to focus on my work but I couldn’t concentrate at all, Master.

Well anyway, eventually one o’ clock came around and I quickly left the office, before anyone asked me if I wanted go grab something to eat with them.

I’d been thinking it over a lot, in preparation, and the busiest place I could think of was the food court in Lake Plaza shopping mall, which is only a few blocks from my office.

Do you know it?

I hope you do.

I hope you can picture me walking there, Master, my heart pounding, and my red hair tied in a high ponytail, swishing behind me as I quickly make my way to the busy food court, which was full of all kinds of people: groups of businessmen and women eating lunch, teenage kids, young families, old couples.

I took one of the very few remaining tables towards the back corner of the room, and once I’d sat down, I looked around the busy food court. There were so many people there, and I was unsure if I could really do what you’d asked of me, Master.

In particular, I saw a husband and wife, eating at a table a few feet away from me. The wife had her back to me but the husband was facing in my direction. He was old, like in his sixties I think, with grey-white hair and a sad, hangdog expression.

I stared straight at him as I pushed my legs wide apart, feeling my skirt slide up my thighs and the cool air against my shaved little pussy.

It took him a while to notice me, but when he did, his eyes widened in shock. I felt them move first to my exposed pussy, then up to my face in disbelief, then back to my cunt.

His wife was still talking away at him, completely oblivious, as, with a hammering heart, I reached between my legs and began to toy with my already swollen clit, feeling such an intense rush of pleasure flash through me that I had to bite my bottom lip and suck it hard into my mouth to stop myself from crying out.

The old guy’s eyes moved once more to my pussy, just as I slipped two fingers inside myself  finger-fucking my tight, dripping hole.

Next I looked behind the old man and saw that a few other people had noticed me too: a couple of teenage boys were watching open mouthed, Master, and at another table two prim looking middle aged women were also leaning in to each other, shooting me disapproving glances as they shook their heads and whispered to themselves.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing!

It was exactly as you instructed, Master!

I played with my pussy, masturbating myself in the busiest, most public place I could find like a complete, shameless slut.

It didn’t take me more than a half-minute or so to come and the pleasure when it hit was so intense that I let out a gasp, my thighs closing involuntary around my still-moving fingers and my back arching, my fingers buried deep in my tight, spasming little pussy.

And then, as if nothing whatsoever was the matter, I stood up again, tugging my skirt back down, smoothing it over my thighs and ass, then turning and striding, cooly and confidently, right through the middle of the food court and back towards the exits.

It’s only twenty minutes or so since I did it, Master, and the fingers that I’m typing this with still smell and taste of my cunt.

I wish you could taste them.

I wish I could suck you.

I wish you were here to fuck and use me.

I look forward to my next assignment.

Thank you, Master.

Yours gratefully,

Slut  

You really are proving to be an excellent little slut, aren’t you? In fact, I have to admit that I am becoming very attached to you indeed, and look forward to each new email that you send me.

If you could see my cock, Slut, you would gasp at how hard and hot you have made me.

I’m glad to see that you are obviously enjoying your assignments, and are able and willing to push yourself into uncomfortable new territory.

Because this is all a necessary part of your sub slut training, you see.

Before I am to use you as my fucktoy, I need to know that you have absolutely no shame left whatsoever, and that you are fully experienced in the ways of a slut whore.

Which brings us on nicely to this week’s assignment …

Tell me, Slut, have you ever played with your ass before now?

I’ve looked back over your sexual history a few times now, and it seems to me that you’ve never tried anal play. Well, if you are to really be a true slut, then you must learn to enjoy ass play just as much as vaginal and oral sex, and this week I am going to allow you to touch yourself as much as you like - but
only your asshole
. Okay?

Furthermore, there is a second part to your assignment, too.

There’s an adult bookstore on Lafayette Street called
Rialto’s
. Perhaps you’ve walked past it, on your way to one of the nightclubs down that end of the city? Well this week, Slut, I want you to go inside
Rialto’s
and purchase a few things: some lube, a buttplug and a couple of dildos of varying sizes (one small, one large).

Now, Slut,
it’s imperative that you mustn’t cheat and buy these things online
.

No, I need you to go inside that store and buy them in person.

You see, I need you to show the cashier
just
what a dirty, horny little slut you are for buying such filthy nasty things.

Okay?

Then I want you to go home and fuck yourself in the ass and mouth with your new toys, while watching the dirtiest pornography you can possibly find.

As you watch the porn, you have my full permission to play with your ass and mouth as much as your heart desires, but under no circumstances must you touch your pussy, okay?

Do you understand me, Slut?

As always, I expect to read a full report of your experience - every single last sordid detail.

Do not disappoint me.

Master

Thank you so much for my new assignment. I have to admit that when I first read it, I felt a bit unsure. You were totally right: I’d never done anything with my ass before. Never thought of it as a source of pleasure. If I’m completely honest, that’s always kind of grossed me out and made me feel embarrassed, up until now. But I want nothing more than to be a good little slut for you, Master, and so I did exactly as you said like a good little girl.

Okay, I will start from the start and talk you through my week.

Well, as usual, I’d been feeling horny, and I thought I’d take a long shower. Once the door was locked and I’d stepped out of my PJ’s, I ran the shower until it was nice and hot and steamy then got underneath it. And as I was soaping myself, I felt a tingling excitement growing in my stomach, knowing that soon, very soon, I would be doing just as you wanted me to.

I ran my fingers over the curves of my buttocks, feeling the tingling feeling growing a little in my tummy, then very gingerly I parted my own ass cheeks. It felt kind of good to feel the warm water running between my cheeks like that, and I arched my back and stuck my butt out a little, letting the hot water wash me for a while. Then, very softly, I touched the tip of my middle finger gently to my asshole.

Wow, I thought.

It actually felt kind of good!

Next, very slowly and carefully, I slid the finger a little way inside, then pulled it out again, and just like that, Master, I began to softly finger-fuck my ass. After a while, I felt the tingling sensation increase in my tummy and my nipples began to harden on their own and I knew that with something a bit bigger and with a bit more lube and time and practice, I might even actually be able to bring myself off this way!

As I dried my body with a big white fluffy towel, my mind started thinking about all the new possibilities that this could lead to …

I wondered what it would feel like to fit an actual cock — maybe
your
cock, Master — up inside my tight little butthole. I wondered just what your throbbing hot meat would feel like, filling up every last inch of my ass.

Well, Master, for the rest of the week, every morning in the shower I began to finger fuck my asshole.

I found that I also liked the feeling of running the tip of my finger just around the opening to my ass, too, that it felt really really good, and I would love to feel a tongue do something like that to my ass one day. 

Then on the Thursday night, after finishing rather late from a busy day at work, instead of going home as usual I decided to pay the adult store you told me about a visit.

It’s not a particularly nice part of town round there, is it, and I have to admit that I felt rather unsafe, my heels clicking out loudly on the dirty dark streets and echoing off the grubby brick buildings as I made my way towards the store. I also felt rather embarrassed and nervous in case anyone I
knew
might see me going inside. But then I remembered that I was to have no shame.

Once I got to the store, I took a quick look up and down the empty street, then quickly dashed inside.

It smelt kind of musty and sweaty in there and the guy at the counter looked like he hadn’t washed in over a week, his hair hanging in greasy dark strips and a rash of bright red spots around his mouth. He eyed me with a quizzical expression which led me to believe that I wasn’t quite the usual type of customer that set foot in
Rialto’s
. And sure enough, all the other patrons were dirty old men; guys in long raincoats who shuffled nervously around the edges of the store, looking at the backs of the DVDs and occasionally disappearing behind a red door at the far end of the room that, according to a sign above it, led to some video booths.

I could feel the mens hungry eyes on me as I walked over to the wall of adult toys, Master, and picked out exactly what you instructed: a small purple butt plug, a bottle of lube, a smallish (6”) pink jelly dildo, and a huge (9”) black ‘realistic’ rubber dildo, complete with sculpted balls and veins and a bulbous head.