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Filthy Slut…

I  had the pleasure of being entertained recently by my “filth slave, S”. He’s gotten progressively more debauched in his interests since his first meeting with me several months ago and his progression seems to flourish most when it’s guided by my (not so subtle) encouragement towards ever more vile and depraved acts.

Yesterday was one of the more messy scenes I’ve indulged in since my arrival in Seattle. In honor of such  filth, I’ve decided to share with my audience. Now, I must warn you; if you’re the type of reader who simply likes to view this blog only to see a few pretty pictures and hear about milder forms of fetish – I’d suggest you stop reading NOW. Seriously.

However, on the other hand, if you have an open mind or simply enjoy the thought of me doing terrible things to others, then by all means keep reading!

So, at the beginning of the session, my dear little toy informed me that he would be going to the doctor later in the afternoon so I would need to ensure he would leave in the same pristine condition that he arrived in. This is never a problem when requested of me, but this boy always begs for MORE punishment then his body can handle without leaving proof. He loves being spanked – the harder the better but today we needed to be cautious. I began with a little light hand spanking and bondage to warm him up. The sign of his cold pale ass just bored me and a little rosey pink would certainly fade before he even left the dungeon. Assuming of course he didn’t beg to be pushed beyond what would fade away after an hour or so…*grin*

I restrained him face down to my bondage table, tying his hands and feet apart – facing my full length mirror. His body entirely exposed and vulnerable kissing the open cold air, this position always sets the dynamic.

Once bound, he began to confess a new kink; his adoration of scent, mine, his, any body related smell – he wanted it. Well, if he wanted a single wiff of ME, he would have to endure quite a bit of humiliation first. He watched me s much s he could, pacing around the table, struggling to see my reflection in the mirror just before him.

I slipped on some black latex gloves and began to spank his ass, his hips lifting to meet every smack. As delicious as this was, I had other plans and this was merely to set the mood. He quickly began to perspire from the heat of the spanks…hummmm

I quickly slid into a nice pair of thick latex gloves, trailing my long slender down his back and deep in between the fleshy cheeks of his ass, wiping up the sweat. With a devious smile I forced that finger into his face, he breathed in deep, greedily inhaling the scent of his own biology. I parted his lips and forced him to suck my finger clean, moistening the latex so I could slip my finger all the way into his ass. I parted his cheeks again and forced my wet finger in deep as a guttural moan erupted from his lips. It was all so viscous I met absolutely no resistance when violating his little hole. A few thrusts for good measure and without warning, back into his mouth my finger went. I wondered to myself if he was happy with his pre session hygiene ritual. Let this be a lesson boys, coming to my dungeon squeaky clean isn’t always for MY benefit…. he he he. I did this for my own satisfaction but my play toy seemed to be in absolute heaven.

We continued slowly into a nice anal violation scene for  few moments before he began BEGGING for more spanking. I guess he no longer cared about his physician seeing his cherry red ass, so I happily applied the discipline he needed until he could handle no more. I vaguely remember instructing him to explain away his bruises by saying he had fallen down the stairs or that he had been smacked in the ass by a vicious dominatrix…does it really matter? He had given up trying to behave and hold back.

I quickly decided to take things a little further, the longer my boy had been tied up, the more he had confessed about his darkest and most intimate thoughts. He just wanted to be my filthy cunt. I dragged him into the shower and ordered him to piss into a small Dixie cup. Once it was full I set it aside nad ordered him to continue pissing into his own hands. He was terribly clumsy, dripping all over himself! I ordered him to drink what he had collected then rub his hands onto his body. He continued to alternate filling his palms with golden fluid then taking full sips before spitting the liquid onto his body and rubbing it in. He gave himself the most thorough golden shower I’ve ever seen. I spat on my dirty bitch too, barking orders for him to use the fluid to finger his ass when he warned he was running out…I had so wanted it to continue but he was nearly empty.  Without anything but my suggestion he fucked his ass with his dirty fingers then licked them clean in front of me. It was quite a messy sight, and all for my amusement. I laughed cruelly for a moment taking in the sight before turning on the shower head full blast with cold water.

Such a dirty boy….

1 thought on “Filthy Slut…

  1. Mistress I can only imagine he longed to taste your golden nectar. I have long held fetish to lick the sweat from a Mistress, to serve her arm pits and her ass.

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