Dear Master (4 page)

I felt a pang of shame as I put my selection of items on the counter, and it felt like it took forever for the sweaty, dirty cashier to ring everything through the till.

“Want a bag for these?” he said with a sarcastic grin, and I found myself too ashamed to speak, Master. Instead I just nodded and watched him stuff my items into a flimsy blue plastic carrier bag and hand them over to me.

I quickly left the shop, my heart pounding and my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

I couldn’t get home quickly, Master, and with each step I began to get more and more excited. I could feel that tingling, electric feeling in my tummy once again, at the thought of just what I was about to do to myself when I got back to the apartment.

Kaitlyn was home, sat on the sofa watching something on TV as usual, and she asked me if I wanted to join her but I shook my head and told her that I wasn’t feeling too good, and that I was planning on an early night instead.

Then I quickly scurried to my room, closing the door with trembling eager fingers.

The first thing I did was to get undressed, Master.

I carefully stepped out of my clothes, one by one, feeling almost like you were there in the room, watching me.

I unclasped my bra, stepped out of my panties, and then, once I was fully naked, I took the items out of the carrier and laid them on the bed, feeling both nervous and excited as I took them in with my hungry eyes.

Next I turned on my laptop and, as you instructed, searched for the filthiest porn I could find.

I never normally watch porn, so I didn’t know quite what to look for. I just went to one of those adult tube sites and scrolled through until something caught my eye. The video I chose master was called ‘blonde bitch gang bang’ and it was a film of a girl about the same age and build as me, being fucked by five musclebound black men at the same time.

I set it playing and watched with awe.

It began with her down on her hands and knees, sucking on their long black cocks in turn, and immediately my eye was drawn to the large realistic black dildo that I’d just bought.

I took it out of its packaging with trembling fingers and, just as the girl on the screen sucked and slobbered on those long black dicks, I brought the dildo to my mouth, too.

I could only just fit the head in my mouth, Master. That’s how big it was. But I tried my best, sucking it, filling my mouth with it, keeping my eyes on the girl on the screen as she moaned and slobbered, covering those big black cocks with her shiny saliva.

I pulled the dildo from my mouth with a pop, needing more, needing to touch myself too.

So next I opened the bottle of lube and poured some onto my trembling fingers. It was so slick and oily, and it felt cold and tingly as I  touched it to my asshole. I was squatting down next to my bed by now, Master, and I kept my eyes fixed on the screen of my laptop as I softly worked the lube into my ass and around my hole, while bringing the big black dildo back to my mouth. I began to moan and slobber on it, fingering my ass and pumping the dildo in and out of my mouth, in time to the way the girl on screen was sucking on those big thick black cockpoles.

Next, I took the butt plug off the bed.

It looked pretty small, but when I first pressed it to my ass, there was a moment when I thought it would never fit inside me. Even with the lube, I felt my hole straining to accommodate it and I had to press pretty hard and groan a little but then, all of a sudden, I felt the muscles in my ass slacken and the plug slipped inside, deep into my butt.

I groaned again, Master, from a deep kind of pleasure.

This felt very different to having a cock in my pussy, but I liked it.

I liked it a lot.

Now that my ass was plugged, completely filled up, I once more began fucking my mouth with the big black dildo.

It felt good to have my holes filled at the same time but the dildo didn’t taste so good, and I just wished that they were
real
cocks instead, Master.

After a while, I began to want to feel something sliding in and out of my ass, so I pulled out the butt plug, again feeling my hole stretch to let it free, then spasm a little as it finally slipped out. Again I groaned in involuntary delight.

Next I lubed up the bright pink jelly dildo.

It was very soft and floppy and about the same size as my first boyfriend’s cock.

I pushed it tenderly against my asshole and again felt my muscles straining then slackening, and then the delicious feeling of it slowly slipping inside me, filling me up completely.

This time I let out
such
a loud groan of pleasure that I felt a pang of embarrassment, Master, in case Kaitlyn heard me and wondered what I was doing.

I couldn’t bear the thought of her bursting in and catching me like this. 

To silence myself, I lay on my front on the bed, stuffing my mouth once more full of that big black dildo, my face only inches from my laptop screen, and I watched those five black men fuck that slim blonde girl — fucking her ass and mouth and pussy, sometimes all at once — and as I watched it, I sucked on the head of that dildo, Master, and I began to fuck my own asshole with the other dildo, sliding it in a slow steady motion in and out of my tight hole, and like that I began to work myself up into a complete frenzy.

When the orgasm first began building inside me, Master, I have to admit it took me by surprise. I didn’t think that I would actually be able to come this way, and it felt kind of scary and exciting to come without even touching my pussy at all. As it built and built in my stomach and radiated in electric tingles around my frame, I began to fuck myself even harder and faster with that jelly dildo. My ass was ready for it now, and I was able to really slide it in and out of my hole, slamming it into me, my mouth crammed full of the other thick black dildo, muffling my almost constant moans and groans.

It felt so strange to come, Master, without anything inside my pussy.

I could feel my empty hole clenching tight and I felt the deep shudders of pleasure flash through me, my ass spasming and gripping the dildo, my knees trembling, my stomach fluttering, and I wished that your cock was also in my cunt, perhaps spraying its hot seed deep inside me.

After I was finished, Master, I felt like such a dirty, filthy little whore.

I thought about what I’d just done to myself and felt so proud of how far I’d come even in this short time since I’d known you, and I felt proud of what a good little slut I was turning into. I hope you feel the same way, Master. I can’t wait to find out what you have in store for me next week. I’ve already learned so much about myself.

As always,

Your Slut

Thank you for your email. I hope you know how much it pleases me, each time I receive a new message from you, and how much I am looking forward to fucking you.

Do not worry, Slut.

It will happen soon.

I will fuck you, hard.

I will fuck your mouth, your pussy, and your ass.

I will bind your hands behind your back and slip my rock-hard cock slowly inside you, stretching you open further than you thought you could ever be stretched.

I will plunder your tender body, Slut, thinking only of my own pleasures. Do not fear. I look forward to the day when you are ready, Slut. And I promise you, it won’t be long now.  In fact, it might even come sooner than you think …

I’m glad that you enjoyed playing with your ass just as much as I suspected you would. And it’s a sign of an especially good slut that you can come from it too. I’m very impressed, Slut. Very impressed indeed.

So, I suppose you’re wondering what your assignment for this week is?

Well, let me warn you, I’ve decided to step things up a gear.

Exactly a week tonight, at
exactly 9pm
, I want you to get dressed in your sluttiest outfit and go back to
Rialto’s
,
with a butt plug in your ass
. I want you to go through that red door you noticed, the one where all those dirty old men were going through. Do you know why I want you go to there, Slut? Because that’s the entrance to the video booths, and those video booths also have gloryholes in them.

I want you to go through that door and down the corridor, and take
the booth at the very end of the corridor on the far right hand side
.

This is very important, Slut.

You must wait for that booth to come free. If it’s occupied, just stand there and wait. And then, I want you to go into that booth and suck each and every cock that comes through that gloryhole.

Do you understand, Slut?

Do I make myself clear?

There will be cocks of all shapes and sizes, Slut. Some with be tiny, some will be huge. Some will be clean and some will be dirty and smelly and no matter what, I want you to suck each and every one of them until the store closes up at 11pm, all the time with that butt plug wedged up your ass.

Do not fail me, Slut.

As always, I look forward to your reply.

Master 

Thank you for your assignment, and you were right: you certainly stepped things up a gear this week.

As soon as I read what you wanted of me, I felt my stomach begin to flutter and churn and I just
knew
that I would spend all week long until Thursday thinking of absolutely nothing else. In fact, my head’s
still
spinning from what just happened to me in that booth tonight.

I’m going to have to take a moment or two to compose myself …

Okay, I’m back, after a breath of fresh air and a glass of water.

My hands are still trembling somewhat but I think I am ready to carry on typing again.

Okay, well, first thing, as research, I decided to look at some Gloryhole porn on the internet, and I have to admit Master that it got me pretty hot and bothered. I’d never even heard of ‘gloryholes’ before this week, and I couldn’t believe that something like that actually exists in this very city!

Watching those girls hungrily sucking away on anonymous cocks like that got me pretty horny for sure, but I was still unsure of whether I’d actually be able to do something like that.

As I told you before, Master, I’d only been with three guys before this week, and only one of them had even let me suck on his dick at all.

So I started to feel nervous, the more I thought about it.

For instance, what if I just wasn’t able to get them off?

What if I was a bad cocksucker?

What if I didn’t like it?

What if there was a
really
gross, smelly, diseased cock that came poking through?

Would I have to suck that one too?

All these silly little questions filled up my brain, Master, and I constantly wondered whether I had perhaps finally reached my limit — that invisible line that separates me from being a true slut or not. Because a true slut would eagerly suck on all those cocks, wouldn’t she, Master? A true slut wouldn’t even think twice about such a thing, right?

And yet here
I
was, getting all nervy and worried and hesitant about going through with it.

But still, I certainly didn’t want to disappoint you, Master, and so on Thursday night I got dressed and ready in my sluttiest outfit, just as you instructed me to. I wore a silky black g-string, the smallest one in my panty drawer, and a skin-tight black dress, too, and my knee-high leather boots, which, up until now I’d been far too shy to actually wear out of the house. I didn’t wear a bra either, Master. And before I left the house, I squatted down by my bed and took out my brand new shoebox of pleasure toys which I kept hidden away beneath my bed.