My Stupid Boyfriend
 

Welcome to my first story. I hope you'll enjoy it. I will post more as soon as it is written...

All characters and events in this story are entirely fictional. Even those based on real people. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The story contains explicit language and due to its content should not be read by anyone younger than 18.

From sub to DOM in just a few days? Is my influence so bad? What will your girlfriend think about me?

I'm flattered! I like it when you jack off thinking of me. And if you do it without permission, how cool! Do you want to be in chastity? I would like it. You are so sweet when you are horny and helpless.

I think your girlfriend would love to be fucked by other guys, and to have you watching it helplessly would be an added attraction, especially when you are caged. You told me that she masturbates when you are in chastity? To have big cocks available while you are not able to satify her must be very tempting....

Sometimes I think that it would be cool if you wanted to control me as well – you could start with my orgasms. I would have to ask you if I wanted to cum. If not I would be restricted to edging, which would make me increasingly horny.

Re-reading this I have to admit that I'm horny right now. You have made me horny. My hand is in my panties, I play with my clit and I'm really wet. Do you want me to cum?

My Report/ 1
 

Yesterday was a quiet day, if you do not count the fact that I started to flirt openly with the other guys. With Alex, a friend of my bf, my age, from our school, and with Peter, a friend of Alex, 2 years my senior, already at university. Mostly with Peter. I admit that I was attracted to him from the first day of his joining our small group.

My bf was pissed, but he did not dare to say anything. He was horny, that was obvious, so he did not want to spoil the chance to have sex with me in the evening, and he knows me enough to not annoy me. I touched Peter, as if by mistake, whenever possible, smiled at him, laughed when he made a joke etc. My bf did not know what to do. He was helpless between his anger and his horniness. I enjoyed it. It was such a turn-on.

Nothing much happened during the day. But the night turned out to be more eventful. We all retired to our beds. When my bf was finally alone with me, he started to tell me how hot I had looked all day and how horny this had made him and all that. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I felt his body against mine, especially his hard cock. I took a step back, stripped completely and turned flirtingly, letting him have a good look. But before he could start any action, I put on my sleep tee and told him I had to pee before going to bed. And was out of the room.

When I passed by the bathroom, the door opened and Peter came out. He smiled at me and, without saying a word, he put his hand under my chin, made me look up and kissed me on my mouth. I hesitated a few seconds, then I kissed back. He opened his mouth and I felt his tongue. I grabbed his ass. At the same time I felt his fingers on my naked pussy. I opened my legs and his fingers where in my pussy, his thumb on my clit. I was so wet. He stroked my clit, I played with his tongue, I felt so good and then: something strange and unexpected happened. I did cum. Just so. I had an orgasm.

Having peed I walked back through the main room. Alex was already on his sofa. Peter was taking off his clothes. He smiled at me, without saying a word. But he made sure that I could see his still erect cock.

Back in my room, I found my bf on the bed, naked, waiting for me. I did not know what to do. But then, with all the gameness I could muster, I removed his bedspread, looked at his hard cock and told him that if he really wanted to cum, he would have to do it all alone, jerking off, here, right before my eyes. And he did!

Yes, it did make me feel good to control his orgasm. It felt very inspiring, him doing what I wanted, obviously happy to obey, despite me being so obnoxious during the day. And yes, I think he liked it. He did not object, he stroked his cock willingly and eagerly and it did not take him long to spurt a big load. I left him to do his clean up and climbed in our bed, happy and satisfied.

(to be continued...)

No, I have never masturbated explicitly for a guy. I did put up with being seen, and it made me hot every time. But I have never staged it. Do you think I should try, with my bf? It might be fun, me masturbating and him watching, not being allowed to cum...

Terrible Mistake
 

Memories for life, I'm so sorry. I intended to open it in the R18+ section, but as it was the first thread I have ever started, I did not do it properly. And then I did not know what to do. I'm happy that it is in the R18+ section now. Thank you so much!

Slave_E

My Report/ 2
 

I just did it. I snuggled up to him in bed and toyed with his dick. I was surprised how fast he grew hard. And I mean really hard! Just when he was about to burst I stopped. He looked at me desperately and asked me to fuck him. I declined and told him about Peter and how much I needed Peter's strong and powerful cock and that I wanted to fuck Peter as soon as possible. All the time stroking his dick, even if by now he had shrunk a lot. Interestingly he grew again when I went on. I told him that I did not intend to fuck him for a long time, but that he might jerk off with me watching, and that I might even let him watch me masturbate. But only if he behaved for the rest of the weekend. That he would only stand a chance to stay my bf if he would not make a fuss about me fucking Peter. With this I got up and went to say hello to the others, still in my sleep tee, leaving him to think about my modest proposition.

When I came back to dress, he was still in bed. I sat next to him and caressed his hair. He looked up at me with a strange look and I kissed him. Slowly. Using my tongue. Than I told him to get up, be a good boy and join us for breakfast.

(to be continued...)

He has not said anything. So far we have never been alone. As I'm putting on some clothes right now, is there anything you want me to wear?

My Master, is this a new permanent rule for your subservient slave? The less clothes the better? At all times?

My Report/ 3
 

I was still undecided when I went to bed, the night I did it. But when I woke up in the middle of the night, I felt a strange tingle of anticipation in my belly and my pussy was wet. I knew I had to do it. I got up, stripped naked and went to the main room.

It was only dimly lit. I heard Peter and Alex breathe peacefully in their sleep. Barefoot and very quiet I went to Peter's sofa and looked down at him. He was only half covered, his muscular upper body was naked, his hair tousled. I kneed next to him and let my hand wander under his bedspread. He was naked in all places. How nice! I let my hand slide over his dick and touched his balls. They contracted. I moved on to his shaft and fondled the head. He stirred in his sleep and his breathing sped up. He turned over on his back and opened his legs. I pulled the bedspread away, took his still flaccid member in my mouth and sucked gently. He tasted salty. I was really turned on, kneeling in front of his bed, giving him a blow job while he was still asleep.

It did not take long for him to become hard and erect. His body did not move, but my head did. I let my tongue play with the sensitive spot below his head, moved my lips up and down his shaft and sucked. When I looked up at him, I saw he had opened his eyes. He smiled. I let go of his dick, applied a condom, crawled on top of him and let this big, beautiful dick push against my slit, slide in and fill my dripping pussy. It felt so good. He was really huge, bigger than any dick I had seen before, and so hard. I moved my hips, wriggling on top of him, massaging his cock with my cunt, feeling him deep inside. I kissed him, tongue and all. He still did not move, but I could feel his pelvis muscels contracting. He made deep humming sounds into my mouth. He could not keep still for long. He answered every one of my thrusts, made small circular movements with his hips and followed my hungry rhythm. My pussy was so wet now that it made sucking noises every time his long thing was withdrawn and pushed in again.

By now we were so loud that Alex woke up. I had stopped kissing Peter and was riding him frantically. I could see Alex staring at me. I felt like a slut. It made me so horny. Peter's eyes were closed. He was panting now, slowing me down, stroking my back, fondling my tits, squeezing my nipples. Then we returned to our frantic movements. I knew that he would not be able to hold on much longer. And I wanted to cum as well. I wanted it so badly...

When he finally came, it was so intense, we were barely able to conceal our moaning. With a last big thrust he moved his pelvis up, lifted me in the air, grabbed my hips and then he stilled, staying like that, letting me ride on the waves of his orgasm. And I came as well. A long time.

Still without saying a word, I kissed him good bye and left. His eyes stayed on me until I opened the door to the room I shared with my bf. The last I saw was him getting out of bed, holding his dick and the cum filled condom, making his way to the bathroom.

My bf was looking at me with eyes wide open. He did not look happy...

(to be continued...)

How nice... You really want to know about the stupid bf? I will tell you in my next report...

My Report/ 4
 

I was not ashamed. I had only done what I wanted, what I needed and what I deserved. I sat on my stupid bf's bed, still naked and wet from Peter's dick, and said, "Ok. You know. I just fucked Peter. I definitely need other guys. I can not be yours alone. You are simply not enough." With this I removed the bedspread. "Look at this! Look at that tiny excuse for a dick you have." His dick was hard in no time, just as I had expected. I took it in my hand and massaged it slowly. "You really think your 5 inches can satisfy me? When I can easily have 10? No way. You will never be able to satisfy me." He was looking at me with such an appaled face that I simply had to kiss the head of his dick. "But I still love you. Your are so cute, looking at me this way. As long as you accept it when I fuck other guys – and I will, in the future, whenever I want and whoever I want – you can stay my boyfriend. You will not be allowed to fuck me, but if you are nice and obedient, you might be allowed - from time to time - to jerk off with me watching. Or you might be allowed to watch me jerking off. Would you like that?" By now he was close to the edge and nodded as fast as he could. "Good, slut," I said, "We'll see, when we are back in home." With this I let go of his cock. "But you will not be allowed to cum without me explicitly telling you. I want you to be horny and obedient. As horny and obedient as you are now." And I went to sleep. Me very satisfied with my orgasm, him horny and frustrated. As any good slut should be.

(to be continued...)

Since that night, I have not heard from Peter, but that's ok. On the other hand, I have not seen much of my bf as well. Basically, he is still not allowed to cum, but I can't tell you what he does.

Despite this, I still consider him to be my bf. He never said he wants to leave me. He still seems to be in love with me. I do not object. He's kind of cute. He's good looking and nice and caring. Even if he's not a hot lover. Even if his dick is rather small and he has no staying power. I told him again and again, that this is not enough. That I need more. But it does not seem to bother him...

I told him that I want him to stay my bf, that I want him to see to all my needs as he has done in the past. I still want him to drive me around, but I want to see other guys as well. I want to fuck other guys, I love the anticipation, it is soooo hot to get naked for a new guy, to touch a new dick, to spread my legs and be his toy. I want to be a slut!

And I will gladly admit: It's so much fun to have my bf waiting for me, suffering for me., being humiliated no end. It makes me soooo hot.

I guess I'm a really bad girl...

Cuckolding has it's appeal. I can tell you that it is very hot to date two (or even more) guys at the same time. Having sex with a guy coming straight out of another one's bed is really arousing – I know!

But as a guy, you should not do it. If your girlfriend starts cuckolding you for real, she will be very hard to control. She will get used to it, she will need more men, other men, and finally she will find the one she has been looking for and she will fall in love. You wanna risk that? If you ask me, for you, cuckolding is a nice fantasy. It should best be left to that.

Nothing, of course. It was only me having a wild sex dream. He did not comply. He did not want to be cheated on. He did not want to be my slave. He just stopped seeing me...

But that is not the end of the story! When I met some old friends not so long ago, he was with them. Much to my surprise! We talked, and I believe he still thinks I'm sexy. No, I'm sure he still thinks I'm sexy. Even if he said he was shocked by my behavior, he jokingly asked me if I still wanted him to be my bf. On my terms. Tentatively I said yes and grinned. He grinned back and said no, but I could be his gf on his terms. He would never ever jerk off for me, but he would like me to masturbate for him, whenever he was in the mood. And maybe he would allow me to cum. From time to time. I did not answer, but I nodded and smiled politely and then joined the others in their conversation.

I was thinking that maybe it is not up to me to make this decision. I have accepted you as my Master, so what do you want me to do? Should I be less bitchy and more friendly? Would it be appropriate for me in my new role as your obedient slave to be subservient towards him as well? Do you want me to fuck him? With you ordering me around and being horny and wet from all the edges I have done, I'm tempted to just let him use me. I'm sure he would be grateful if I spread my legs whenever he wanted to fuck me. Shall I be his slut in real life? I might do it if you tell me to do it...

My Report/ 5
 

Coming home late in the afternoon, your slut found your message and got horny immediately. She really gets off on being your toy. She wants to thank you for a cool task, but not easy to do, as in Germany most shops are closed on Sundays. She knew, if she wanted to do it, she had to do it immediately. She changed from her low cut jeans to a short denim skirt. Taking off her panties outside would definitely be easier with a skirt, even if the weather was too cold for a skirt. She choose a bright pink lace panty, that would be noticed easily, even in her purse. And she stuffed enough things deep inside her purse, so the panties would be right on top, later on, when she opened her purse. She put on a matching bright pink lace bra, a black see-through t-shirt, her leather jacked and pink Converse sneakers. And then she left.

Running around in a short skirt felt completely out of touch with the windy and rainy weather. Her legs were cold and even her pussy was freezing. She had the feeling that everybody was staring at her naked legs, wondering what she was up to. She sped up and was happy when she saw the Café Carembar. It's a new bar, with a smoker's corner, loud house music, leather couches and big egg-shaped plastic chairs. She ordered a vodka lemon, as she needed something strong to be able to take off her panties in public, paid in cash, took her glass and retired to one of the chairs in the smoker's corner. This time of the day, it was empty. She sipped her vodka and looked at all the people in the bar and those walking by. Nobody noticed her. She finished her glass and turned her chair away from the people in the bar. It took all her guts to push up the hem of the skirt and pull down the panties. While trying to tug the panties over her sneakers, she noticed the big mirror on the back wall, showing all the people on the street. But it was too late, she could only hope nobody had seen her.

She stood up and left the bar. Outside she opened her purse and stuffed the panties in, on top of all the other things. It was a short walk to the Dunkin' Donuts she had selected, so she did not bother with closing the zip. It was good that it was only a short walk, as it was even colder without panties, and her pussy was good and wet and very sensitive to the chilling wind.

Dunkin' Donuts was nice and warm. She stood at the counter and ordered one Lemon Frosted and one Glazed Donut. As she had hoped, there was a nice looking guy at the checkout. She put her purse on the counter and started to look for her wallet. The guy looked at her panties. The wallet was lost deep down in her purse. Feeling the warmth of the room, the warmth of the vodka, and a throbbing anticipation in her wet pussy, she started to take things out of her purse. The panties first, then a scarf, her mobile, her sunglasses, a paperback, a lipstick, an eyeliner, a small mirror and – she blushed – a battered cardboard box containing condoms. She could not remember why and since when it was in her purse. Finally she found the wallet. She did not dare to look at the cashier as she gave him the money, but when he gave her some change back, she looked up and saw him smile. But he said nothing. She smiled back, suddenly feeling better. She stowed everything back in her purse, grabbed the donuts and left. Slowly. Still smiling. Wiggling her ass seductively. Thinking of you, her wonderful new Master.

Your story makes me hard Miss! I would like to be in your boyfriend place. :)

I hope you are satisfied with your slut. I told you that it will make me extremely horny if I have to edge all the time.

I do! I'm constantly wet and all I can think about is sex, being seen naked, being used and controlled, being humiliated, made to edge even more, and finally being allowed to cum. I'm literally out of my mind!

Sorry for being so negligent, Master. Your ashamed slut has changed her KT and GD profiles using your text. Please look it up. I hope you are satisfied! If you are still interested in me as a devoted, obedient and slutty slave, you know how to handle me...

Story/ 1
 

"I enter a standard motel room, brown, beige, polished wood. The curtains are open, I see a parking space and lots of cars. A big ceiling fan is circling slowly above me. Next to it are some halogen lamps, creating a bright spot in the middle of the room. I see a big guy, well built, head shaved, and strong as hell. It's him. He's naked.

I get down on my knees. I'm so glad that I'm finally allowed to see him. And I know why I'm here. He wants me to please his cock. It's my duty. No questions asked, nothing to talk about, I'm here to please him. I'm shivering in anticipation, as I've been for days, waiting for our first meeting. I'm naked. Before entering I stripped naked, in the corridor. All my clothes are lying in a heap on the floor outside of his room. I can see them, as the door is still open. I did not have the presence of mind to close it.

Behind me a TV set blurts, ".... the Rays score a run in the bottom of the first inning while forcing Verlander to throw 29 pitches." I'm lost in his bright green eyes. I'm hypnotized. On all four, I crawl towards him. I lift my head, look into his eyes and tentatively stroke his dick. He's definitely not bad equipped down there, and he knows it. He's proud of his dick. He knows what to expect from a slut like me.

"B.J. Upton follows with a single to put runners at first and third..." The ball game is in my ears, but he's in my mouth. Delicately I have started to lick the sensitive spot right below the head, but as soon as he is hard, I grab his dick with both hands and stuff it in my mouth. He moans and I suck, the TV still blurting. "Scott hits a hard grounder that appears to be destined for the corner in right field. But Fielder makes a diving stop and records the out unassisted..."

I see the reflection of the TV set in his green eyes, his look transfixed on the game. But then he seems to come to live. Without warning, he grabs my hair and forces me to deep throat him. I struggle to remain calm, but he is fucking me so ruthlessly that I have to fight for air. I flinch, gag, try to withdraw. No chance. His huge, mighty cock is pounding me relentlessly. To make it all worse, he is pinching my nose, so I can't breathe. Desperately I yank my mouth open. But I only get more cock.

"Verlander walks Ben Zobrist, who steals second to put runners at first and third. But Verlander gets Brooks Conrad to ground out to the mound to get out of the inning..." Not being able to breathe while his gigantic cock is filling me up, I am about to faint. But suddenly his cock is growing even bigger. He shivers, twitches and gives me a last thrust. Then he stills. A whole load of hot, salty cum fills my mouth. I swallow eagerly, hoping to get some air. He retracts, and I can breathe again. Sticky cum is dripping down my chin. I still can't close my mouth. "Jennings made a great diving catch to end the top of the third inning..."

I look up, into his eyes. He is back with the game. But he smiles, he seems satisfied. I'm proud. I start to lick his now soft dick, cleaning him thoroughly."

Your slut did get up in the middle of the night to read your message. She has done her five edges in her already soaked panties. This done, she was so horny that she could not think straight any more.

This slut so much wants to be shared, Master. I'm so happy that you bring out my submissive side. I need to be pushed in that direction. This slut wants you to push her limits.

Pleeeeeeeeze let me cum...

I'm here for you. I'm so horny and eager to please.

Your obedient slut did find this message last night, when she woke up to check KT for your orders. She SLAPPED this pussy of yours really hard with a ruler, 10 times, and got back to bed.

I woke up this morning completely ashamed of my behavior last night. I really went over the top, drinking too much and sending you all these silly messages. You have any right to be angry with your selfish slut!

Yes, Master, your nasty slut knows she is not allowed to touch that pussy of yours. But she's still hoping to be allowed to cum in the near future....

Yes, Master. Your slut will keep her hands (and thoughts) away from that pussy of yours, until you give her new orders. But I am looking forward to the next weekend!

I will do as I am told, Master. Thank you Master...

Oh Master, thank you. I'll gladly edge in my panties at least twice. And I will put on new panties and edge again, five times. The first ones I'll put on the floor so everybody can see them immediately when he enters my room. The second ones I'll wear tomorrow....

OMG, Ben.... You have become such a strict Master! Do you really want me to be your subservient slave? Do you really want to humiliate me every which way? Do I need to go back to my stupid BF? What a challenge! How can I do that? It will be sooooo embarrassing....

Maybe I can tell you about my day, Master Ben? This morning, still naked from bed, I went to the bathroom, had a pee, went to my living room, grabbed the white thong from my laptop screen, added a pair of fairly low cut black leggins, a black bra, a yellow tank top, a pink tee and I was ready. I had the feeling that I needed some color in my life. On top of all that I put a black hoodie, a brown leather jacket and a colorful shawl. On my feet I had pink socks and brown leather boots. My hoodie is not sooo long, Master, it barely covers my ass (and only sometimes my crotch), so I am fairly exposed down there, at least when I move and especially when I raise my arms. I did this for your well-being (and because it makes me horny as hell...)

Oh my... Oh yes... I did it! Your command-controlled slut got a text message from the bf today. He wants me to meet him Saturday evening. And, as he wrote, he wants me to bring enough time and that pussy of yours. He is quite daring, since you ordered your slut to tell him all these nice things about his sexual prowess.

Oh my... You really want me to fuck him tonight? .... I am getting in the mood for my stupid BF. This morning, before my shower, I have meticulously shaved my armpits, my arms, my legs and that pussy of yours. I want to be nice and smooth for him. As nice and smooth as I would want to be for you, Master.

My Report/ 6
 

Your dirty slut is back from her BF. It was a disaster. He didn't make her cum! Here is what happened:

After coming home from university and doing some homework, your slut braced up, edged 5 times through her panties, placed her wet panties on the shelf, wrote a message to her Master and left. She was to meet her bf at his place. He still lives with his parents, but his room is more secluded than your slut's. He was not very sympathetic at first, as he had been told by your slut not so long ago that she would not fuck him any more for a very long time. Nevertheless, your slut made a big effort to appease him, not telling him why she wanted to be fucked so badly. She told him he had changed, he had been so sexy when she saw him with his friends, he was such a good lover and so on. He stayed sceptical, but by smiling at him sweetly, looking up at him admiringly, running her fingers through her hair nervously, licking her lips promisingly, and touching him "unvoluntarily", she eventually managed to lay her hand on his thighs. In no time your dirty slut moved her hand up to his crotch, assuring him how much she had missed him, how hot she was for him, how much she needed to be fucked by him and so on. When she felt his dick stiffen, she knew she had him. She unceremoniously stripped, kneeled naked on the bed above him and started to take off his clothes, piece by piece, kissing him, leading his hands to her tits, rubbing his dick and so on. Your slut had hoped to get some foreplay, but no, as soon as he was naked, he turned your eager slave on her back and tried to stick his now erect member in that pussy of yours, between your slut's open legs. She did not dare to resist, as you had written "That pussy of mine needs to be filled." Which he did.

Your horny slut had just started to get into the groove and was looking forward to some serious fucking, when his whole body shook, and stiffened. He yelled "Ohhh...", on top of his lungs and shot a shitload of cum into that unsuspecting pussy of yours that he had just conquered. Seconds later, he lay still on top of your slut, looking like the cat that got the cream. Only it was your slut, who had gotten the cream! And way too early.

Your slut was so horny and frustrated, that she could barely restrain herself from slapping him in the face. But she thought better of it, forced a smile on her lips, kissed him softly (using her tongue!) and offered him a second round. It did not work. He did not get hard again, didn't even try, despite her taking him in her mouth (yuk) and licking him clean. He was so pleased with himself and his wonderful prowess, that this slut could only leave in a hurry, before she did something rash. Not without kissing him again (yuk), promising to be back soon, reassuring him that he had been a great lover, that the sex had been awesome, that it had been sooo good for her and so on. And that they should definitely repeat this wonderful experience.

All this simply because she had not been able to fulfill her Master's orders. She had not been able to cum, and she had missed to yell, "OH BEN, OH BEN, OH BEN!" So your horny slut expects to be sent back to her bf for a second try and does not want to make it too complicated for her to do so.

This is the sad story of a still hot and very humiliated slut.

This is hot. Please go on.

Maybe a bit slower. Maybe with less action, and more description of what the individual characters are thinking or fearing. How they strip, how the other one reacts. Draw it out a bit.
And humiliate... slowly. Make them realize how helpless they are.
Tell us about the characters and what they are ashamed of, how they got into the position in the first place...

Or, if you have it all planned out: just do it the way you like. You probably know best!

Thank you so much for your comments. I really appreciate your feedback. In the future I will try to move slower, to be more descriptive. But I still hope the feelings of the protagonists will be seen in their actions.

My Master! Thank you so much for this punishment. It will become your negligent slave. She really needs to be treated like a whore. It will teach her to respect your wishes...

I have already texted my bf, telling him that I'd love to see him tonight. Now I'm waiting for his reply.

My Report/ 7
 

He told me to meet him in a bar. I edged 10 times, very fast, getting soaking wet in no time. On top of my dirty panties, I put the low cut, still cum-stained skinny jeans from our last meeting, a black lace push-up bra, a very short, low cut bright yellow chamisol, and an even shorter and low cut dark t-shirt, wide enough to let it slip down my naked shoulders. Last was my brown leather jacket. More than 3 inches of bare skin were left between my jeans and the t-shirt. I added dark red lipstick, black mascara and some dark blusher - and was dressed to kill. When I looked in my bathroom mirror, I saw a horny slut.

I was early. My bf was not yet there. I had never before been to that bar and I did not like it. Neither the atmosphere nor the guest. All young, loud and drunk guys – full of testosterone. I sat at the bar, as my bf had suggested, ordered a beer and was handed an open bottle. The guys had stopped talking and were staring at me. I tried not to make eye contact and took a big swig. One of the guys walked over. "Hey slut," he said "I like your smell!" And he grinned, looking back at his buddies. Your slut frowned, saw her bf in the entrance, stood up and greeted him with a warm embrace and a deep kiss, using her tongue. Loud upheaval with the guys, than the bold one applauded and walked back to his buddies. My bf leaped onto a barstool and pulled me towards him, forcing me to stand between his spread legs.

He was looking smug. "So you really wanna have sex with me again?" he said. Your slut tried to look sincere. "Yes. I love you so much. I'm sorry I noticed it so late, almost too late. But it is never too late. I treated your bad, I know. But I'll promise to make good. I will be a good girl now." And I reached up to kiss him. Opening my mouth for his tongue. He refused. "You will have to do a lot of convincing, girl. I do not want any more Peters hanging around. Do you still see him?" Your slut shook her head, no, she had not seen him since their holidays. Her bf pushed her bottle towards her. "Swallow. I wanna go." I took a big swig, looked around and pressed my butt against his crotch. He did not react at first, but then he grinned. I felt his hands on my hips, on my naked skin, slowly moving up. I froze. His hands were under my t-shirt, cupping my bra. The buddies were staring. One of them whistled. My bf pinched my nipples hard through the fabric of my bra, then pulled the bra down, so that my tits were free for his roaming hands. He turned me around, faced me. "You'd better look at me, girl. I know that you'd love to fuck all these guys. But it will be me, only me or not me at all! Understood?" I put my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me. His hard dick was close to my horny, wet, and – you can be sure – wide open pussy. I was so horny, I could not think straight any more.

He raised my bottle, grabbed my hair, made me look up, put the bottle right to my lips and said, "Drink some more, girl. Go on, swallow..." He stuffed the bottle deep inside my mouth. Cold beer was filling my throat. I could not take it. Soon it was dripping out of my mouth, running down my breasts, soaking my t-shirt, my chamisol and my bra. Even my jeans. "You know that you stink of sex" he said. "I like it. I like it when you want to be fucked. But I want you to fuck only me." He opened his wallet, threw some coins on the counter, stood up and grabbed my arm. "Let's go. Now you will fuck me."

Once outside, I started to think again. I had to think very fast as he was pulling me to the parking lot, towards his father's fancy car. Cool. I followed him. He opened the driver's door and sat down. "Come over, get your ass in," he shouted, while he tried to open the other door. But I did not walk over. I simply stayed next to him and started to strip. My jacket first, than the t-shirt, the chamisol and the bra. "I can't get in your father's car all wet. He will hate me. But we can have some fun right here and then drive to your place." With this I folded the leather jacked around my wet garments and let them all fall to the floor. I got down on my knees and opened his jeans. He leaned back, giving me free access to the zipper. In one move, I pulled down his jeans and his boxers. They crumpled around his ankles. Without any fuss, I took his cock in my mouth and sucked. He moaned loudly.

By now, your dirty slut was so horny that she almost came from the excitement alone. I could barely restrain from putting a hand in my jeans to play with that pussy of yours. But that was a no-go. I concentrated on my bf's dick. He had been hard in the bar, and he was close now. I let my tongue play with the slit in the head of his dick, licked his shaft, took his balls in my mouth and then got down on him. I squeezed his balls with both hands and a few movements of my head were enough to bring him to the edge. Making him feel how deep I could take him in pushed him over the edge. He came hard, as if a dam would bust. Your slut had never had so much cum in her mouth. I gagged, concentrated on swallowing and finally got it all down.

Before he could say something, I kissed him softly. Using my tongue. Giving him something to taste. Then I stood up and looked around. Nobody had been watching. I collected my clothes and said "Thank you, honey. That was hot. You're such a wonderful lover." He grinned. "I love you, girl," he said. "I love you too," your slut replied.

"Can we repeat that tomorrow?" he asked while I dressed. The wet clothes were cold on my naked skin. "Yes, of course, honey! You can fuck me every day now. I want to get used to it. And if you go on like this, I will be addicted to your cock very soon..." He was flattered. "But now I'll have to go, honey. I'm so sorry, tomorrow I'll have to get up early." I left him in his father's car. When I looked back, his jeans were still around his ankles and he looked baffled.

I love how you described the looks, the dreading situation, the humiliation in front of an audience. And the reversing roles. Is there anyone "nice" in this story? :p

Your humble slut just crawled out of her bed. First thing she went to the bathroom. Getting out of my soaked panties, I found that my pussy lips were not their usual color. Instead they were a dark purple. And they were not modestly closed, they were gaping wide, dripping of pussy juices. After all these tasks and edges, your slut is seriously horny! I know that I'm not allowed to touch, so there is no touching, but being this horny makes me crazy. Right now I'm so strung out, subservient and submissive that I would do everything for only one orgasm!

There is one more thing I have to report: Your obedient slave has given the used, very skimpy and very transparent thong that she has soaked last night a prominent place on her table, on top of the books I still have to read for my studies. I am very embarrassed and anxious that somebody will come in and see them.

And another one: I have edged again, first 2 times and then an additional 5 times.

Pleeeeeze Master, have mercy... I need to cum...

Going out/ 8
 

I texted some of my old friends from school. We'll meet in two hours. Restless and fidgety I check your messages again. I hope I have received all of your rules. I have printed them out, so I can look them up over the evening. I am completely naked, I drink beer and I desperately want to touch this pussy of yours! As I can't do that, I'm looking at porn. Nasty girls sucking the dicks of naked guys....

It's time to dress now. What do you want me to wear? Berlin clubs can be quite hot...

With my friends/ 9
 

At first it was more about catching up with what everybody had been up to over the last weeks then about going out. But I did wear sluttier clothes than I would have done in the past and I felt ashamed in front of my old pals. At the same time, I wanted them to see that I had changed. I felt sexy and I wanted to please...

I wore a blue t-shirt over a white tank top. I did not wear a bra. I had a very short denim skirt and a white thong. An already soaked thong! Against the cold I had the leather jacket and one of my colorful shawls. No tights. Converse sneakers. I was the only one in the group with naked legs, and I had noticed that my thong was visible whenever I sat down. It was a strange feeling, but hot as well. When we decided that it was time for the clubs, I felt a distinct wetness in my pussy. I followed my friends to their cars.

On the dance floor/ 10
 

I was reluctant about dancing at first. I did not feel dressed properly. But after some time (and some drinks) the insistent bass lines had found their way into my lower body parts and I felt like dancing, after all.

I went to the dance floor and looked around. Not so many guys, but some great looking girls. It did not take long and one of these girls smiled at me and moved closer. She had long black hair, parted to the side, covering most of her left eye. She wore a black t-shirt, a drawing of a skull with a spliff concealing her nicely protruding tits. She wore shiny black leggings and black heels. With the heels she was a lot taller than your impressed slut. She had her nails painted black, wore a lot of mascara, had silver bangles on her right wrist and big silver rings on her left hand. One of these rings showed the skull motif again. In her hand she had a plastic cup filled with some clear liquid, ice cubes and a lemon slice. She offered me the cup and grinned.

I accepted gratefully and took a big swig. Vodka Lemon. She finished the cup and resumed dancing. I did the same. Consistent with your rules, I focused on the girl and found her reciprocating my interest. We both danced closer and closer, and it did not take long for two bodies in heat to touch. Your slut turned around and gyrated that dripping pussy of yours against the girl's butt. The girl did the same and we soon found us in a locked embrace. "I like your smell", the girl shouted in my ear, to be heard above the loud music. "I like you too", I answered, "may I buy you a drink?" I am sorry, Master, but it would not have been appropriate to mention cocks...

At the bar/ 11
 

At the bar, we were very close. I ordered two vodka lemons and felt her hands on my hips. I opened my purse and her hands moved upwards. I spread the condoms on the table and searched for my wallet and the girl's hands were under my tank top, her fingers circling my belly button. I paid and the girl's hands touched my tits, playing with my nipples. I wiped the condoms back in my purse and turned around. The sudden movement made my tank top ride up. I saw the stranger's smile and found myself in another tight embrace. She leaned forward and kissed me. Deep. Using her tongue. I closed my eyes and returned the kiss...

No, master, your kinky slut did not have sex with the strange girl. Not this evening. Soon after the encounter at the bar, your slut's friends wanted to leave and she had to follow. They had the cars. But the strange girl now has your slut's mobile number...

Very hot, I like your story so far very much... Go on!

Oh Master, I'm so sorry. I failed! I'm such a worthless slut. Please do not be too strict. I'm so horny. I need to cum...

My strict Master - I have to thank you. What a lovely task! I started to drink water as soon as I received your message. And by now I have added a lot of beer. I need to pee very urgently after drinking beer. And yes, as you may have guessed, I'm on the verge of peeing my pants right now. I hope I can do the edges...

I stripped, put a towel on my bed and started to masturbate. On my back, legs spread, lights on. Being horny, I did not bother with closing my blinds. (Your honest slut has to admit that there is not much of a chance to see her, even with the windows open, but it's the spirit that counts!)

And then I started to edge. I soon found out that having to pee turned me on, but at the same time it made it hard for me to edge. I had to pee so urgently that it was really hurting. I had to play with that needy pussy of yours for almost ten minutes before I edged for the first time.

So edging and waiting one minute and edging again and waiting one minute took time. Your dirty slut got hornier and hornier, but at the same time needed to pee more and more. I managed to edge 8 times (took me more than 30 minutes) and then I had to give up. No way I could contain the golden liquid any more! Piss poured out of my pisshole, soaking me, the towel and, worst of all, my bed.

Your pissed and still wet slut tried to stop it, but did not succeed. I got up and barely made it to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and let it all flow out. I continued to rub my clit, but I was not even able to come close to an orgasm. And then I had to stop, as I was not allowed to cum any more.

Your frustrated slut has to admit that she has failed again. She did not manage to edge ten times without peeing and so she did not cum! My bed is pretty well soaked with pee. I had to clean the floor in my room, the corridor and the bathroom – the carpet in my room being the worst. The wooden floor in the corridor and the tiles in the bathroom were comparatively easy, but the carpet? It will smell and show pee stains for a long time.

Your disappointed slut is sitting naked on the wet carpet in her room and is writing her report – her pussy still wet and horny. I do not dare to touch my pussy, not even to clean it up. I feel very guilty and ashamed that I did not meet your expectations. I will most humbly await your next punishment, Master.

Oh Master, that uncared for pussy of yours badly needs some cock. I have not been touched for so long. And the pee task, nice at is was, did not help at all. It only made me more horny, edging another 8 times. I will do my best to seduce him...

He wants to see me...

I am so horny that I'm looking forward to having a date with my stupid BF! Who would have thought that only a few weeks ago... I was wet when I got up this morning (and I'm ashamed to tell you that I even shaved for him). Right now I'm literally trembling with anticipation.

Thoroughly aroused, I did spend some time choosing my clothes. To make you happy, I started with the soaked white thong. (Heavily soaked, after my night at the club!) I added a very short black denim skirt. It was not easy to find a matching bra, so I decided to go without. I only put on a very sheer black tee, that barely covers my perky tits and reveals my long, dark nipples.

I do not know what my BF has in mind but I want to impress him, and I want to please you, Master. Your docile slut knows very well that you told her to wear not more clothes than absolutely necessary!

I added ankle boots in black leather, featuring very high heels (almost 8 inches, I can barely walk in them, real fuck-me shoes), and slutty black hold-ups. The leather jacket and the shawl are only meant for the short way to my BF's car. Your exhibitionistic slut feels very sexy when she looks into the mirror. She knows that he will fall for her tonight.

This view would possibly be appealing to any guy... :)

My report/ 12
 

Your slut smiled sweetly when she finally joined her BF in her BF's dad's car. It is a very posh car, as her BF's dad is a well respected and fairly rich guy, but your slut is not sure if she really approves of it. It is not her BF's money, after all, but her BF's dad's money. But ok, it is money...

I open my legs, let my skirt ride up and show him my hold-ups and my soaked panties. He is embarrassed and looks away. The heating in the car is on full speed, so I pull off my shawl and loose my jacket. He looks at my tits, and I think he approves. His right hand is between my legs, slowly wandering up. Your slut leans back, closes her eyes and opens her legs even more. Eventually he's touching that neglected pussy of yours, and it's like lightning. I feel it everywhere and my juices start to flow.

He decides to take me to a bar. He insists on me drinking 3 Manhattans and not to put on my jacket. After the second Manhattan, I start to get off on all the people staring at me. I uncross my legs and let them see my panties. After the third Manhattan, your intoxicated slut is completely and happily drunk.

Back in the car I say: "Come on, honey, what's up? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to strip for you? You know as well as me that I want to be fucked! And I know as well as you that you want to fuck me! So go on! Do it! Take me to your place. Undress me. Fuck meee! Pleeeeeeze!" And I take off all my clothes. In the car. Except for the soaked thong. He drives to his place. We hurry out of the car and enter the house. Me in my panties, all my other clothes are locked in my BF's dad's car.

The BF leads me to his room. Very fast, as if he does not want me to meet his parents. But I do not mind. I throw him on his bed, kneel over him and say: "Peel off these nasty panties. Use your teeth. Get me naked and I'll do what you want....!"