I took the end of the week off (ill!, honest!), and had a lot more sex.

For large parts of Friday and Saturday I was tied up in various ways, and left on my own, on some vibrators.

I was let up to stretch, eat, clean, suck some cock, then put back into bondage.

Sometimes, pornographic films assisted, beamed into my helpless eyes.

I mention this as preface to my announcement that I have achieved one of my sexual life goals:

On Friday, well-lubricated, well-fucked, well-stretched, well-relaxed, and well-horny, I felt my lovers wrist slide past my dirty whoreish asshole. The vigorous anal fisting which followed left me limp and owned.

In a haze of sexual fulfillment, I promised everything.

Anything.

I am M's toy now.

 

 

He also told me that he had weakened my thong to break, so my public sexual degradation and lack of control over my slutty body's response to anal stumulation and psychological embarrassment at this being in public was on purpose. He was pleasantly surprised how easily I've become his personal whore.

 

I'm eager to be  :o)