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Homework Essay Part 5
John instructed me to begin, “Well slut you appear to comfortable, you can begin telling me what you have done. And don’t fucking dare touch your sissy clit while you tell me how you completed your task, make sure not to leave out any details!”
I reached for my wine glass and took a sip as I viewed John on the screen of my laptop, naked sat on his computer chair one hand holding and slowly stroking the gorgeous thick cock standing hard and proud between his legs, with his balls hanging bellow moving gently in response to the stroking of his cock....how I wished I was there kneeling between his legs stroking his cock as I took his balls into my mouth, or have John lean further back so that my tongue could slide from his balls to his ass. Licking slowly over and around his tight hole (that had taken more cock than I had, I hoped to rectify that), then use my tongue to push and probe into the hole, savouring the taste and smell of John’s ass, worshipping his hole, slowly fucking it with my tongue. But I had to take myself away from my thoughts as I had my task to describe. So I began.

“I followed your instruction Sir, and sucked a cock of a complete stranger, someone I had never met until the time his cock was in my mouth, and did not use the safety of the woods I have used before, as instructed Sir, I visited a local lay-by that is on quite a busy road. So there was a risk that I may be caught Sir.”

I know mentioning the risk of being caught or found out would excite John, and believed that is why he was specific about my task, he wanted to see if I would take the risk. As my previous experiences have always held a certain element of safety, when visiting a glory-hole to enjoy sucking stranger’s cocks always had the security of anonymity with each not knowing how the other was, or more importantly the owner of the cock not knowing it was me sucking and swallowing their cum. With meetings in the woods that I use, though there was less anonymity, there was the security of knowing that if I sucked someone or they fucked me we both knew why we were there, that area of the woods was known locally for just this type of activity, so anyone wondering around was not just taking in the scenery, they were there for some pleasure. And I had met and had fun with strangers there, just going and seeing if there was anyone about for some fun, though mostly I would pre-arrange meetings there through websites. But this time, this task was wholly different. I could not pre-arrange a meeting, I there was no cubicle wall between me and who I met, and I could not be sure that who I approached would be there for the same reason, being as it was a lay-by on a busy road. But regardless of the risk, or possibly because of the risk which was exhilarating I went ahead with completing my task, and continue to describe it’s completion to John.

“After leaving work I drove to the lay-by, parking up next to the trees that blocked out the road. There were a few cars in the lay-by, but they were spaced out as the lay-by is quite long. Because it was dark I couldn’t see much, and the light from the road was blocked by the trees, after few minutes my eyes became accustomed to the darkness and could see that no-one was walking around. I was trying to build up my courage to get out and maybe approach one of the other cars, but then I saw a man come out from the trees about 20 feet in front of my car, and begin to walk in my direction. As he got to my car I opened the door a little, the interior light came on showing this stranger that I had my hand between my legs, I quickly turned the interior light off but left my door slightly open. As he got to the door he paused also rubbing his crotch, I just opened the door more and let him step forward and raised my hand to replace his on his crotch....feeling his hard cock inside his trousers and began to rub.
When he asked if I liked to suck, I told him I loved it and began to unzip him. He helped and released his hard cock into my hand, I began to wank his cock then leant forward and took the head in my mouth. I ran my tongue around the warm, soft head of his cock before taking more into my mouth, sucking and wanking him, right there in the lay-by for anyone to see Sir.”
“I bet you loved it slut, sucking that nice hard cock for everyone to see like the slut you are! Go on.”
I watched the screen as John continued to stroke his cock in front of me, wishing that I was taking it in my mouth rather than describing how I had allowed, not allowed, encouraged a stranger to use my mouth for his pleasure, and John was right I had loved it. The thought, risk of being caught out adding to my excitement, imagining that I was being watched by others in the lay-by made me feel like a complete slut and I loved it. But I had the rest of the account of my task to share with John, so I continued.

“I did Sir, I loved feeling his cock fill my mouth, and that I was doing it where I could be seen, or caught. I sucked his cock and loved it when he began to fuck my mouth, my hands was wanking as it thrust into my mouth. I took out my cock with my other hand and began to wank myself while he used my mouth. He lent forward and took my cock in his hand and took over wanking me, because of the position he was in leaning to hold my cock he couldn’t thrust, so I began sucking harder, desperate for him to cum. As he was now wanking me I used my free hand to go between his legs and started to play with his asshole, not sure of what reaction, but it was positive. ‘Yeah finger my hole, do you like fucking....love to take you home, we could have some fun.’ I briefly took his cock from my mouth to say that I didn’t have time, then continued sucking as I fingered his hole. ‘Well maybe next time’ was all he said as I felt his cock jerk in my hand, and felt his cum begin to shoot into my mouth. I held his cock as it jerked my lips closed around it, taking and swallowing it all, and not spilling a drop Sir.” I paused to hear John’s reaction.
“You are a dirty slut aren’t you, did he finish you off?”
“No Sir, once he had finished and I had sucked him clean, he offered to finish me off, but I told him it was alright maybe next time. He accepted that and fastened himself up again, saying that he hoped to see me again, then walked back the way he had come from.” Before I could continue John said.
“Well done you have completed your task I will have to come up with another one for you. Maybe have you go back and let him take you home, would you like that?”
“Sir, it did not finish when he left....but yes I think I would have liked that, if I had gone home with him for more.”
“What do you mean it did not finish? You better tell me now!”
I could tell John was excited as he was stroking his cock harder, all I could think of was his climax and how much I wanted to feel it in my mouth, but continued with my account.
“When he walked away, I shut the door and sorted my cock back into my trousers and was going to leave. But the car behind flashed it’s headlights, just instinctively put car in reverse to show reversing lights, then got out of my car and walked back to the other car. When I got to the drivers door it opened and in the darkness I could see he was wanking his cock. I went to lean forward to wank him, but he moved to get out of his car. He stood next to his car with the door open, and put a hand on my shoulder, without saying a word. I just knelt down and took his cock in my mouth. There was no talk he just started fucking my mouth, as I used my hand to wank him too. He just fucked my mouth until he was ready, then said ‘yeah fucking suck it bitch’ as his hands grabbed my head and held it as he shot his cum into my mouth, forcing his cock as deep as he could until it made me gag. Once he had finished he just said ‘thanks’ then got back in his car. As I got up with his cum around my mouth from gagging he drove off. I walked back to my car wiping the cum from my mouth then drove home. Hope this is acceptable as a completion of my task Sir.”

..to be continued

Homework Essay Part 4
The first clamp gripped my nipple, as I slowly closed it, causing me to moan as the pressure and the initial pain was welcomed by my body and mind...the start of an enjoyable evening with John.
“Doesn’t that feel nice, I bet you wish I was there to pull that chain as you worship my cock, don’t you slut?”
I could tell from John’s voice that he was also being aroused by what I was doing, showing to him, surrendering to him. How much I wanted to be there, without the screen between us, kneeling between John’s legs feeling, tasting and savouring his hard cock in my mouth. As he held the chain connecting my nipple clamps, pulling at the chain when he wished to feel me moan with his cock filling my mouth, the pain I would feel and the pleasure John would feel as I moaned, swallowing his cock would be simply delicious for us both. But I could not stay thinking of the pleasures I could experience, there was tonight to focus on. Alone, dressed in lingerie to please and arouse not only myself, but also, and more so for John who was watching me and instructing me. The sense of submission and offering myself to another to control intensifying all the sensations....the feel of the lingerie I was wearing felt more real, the stockings I was wearing did not just encase my legs, the material caressed my legs. The suspenders that ran under the French Knickers that were tented by my arousal felt almost part of my body rather than resting against my skin. The feel of the top of the stockings circling my thigh, though always pleasurable now left surreally sensual.
Applying the second clamp to my aroused nipple I let out another low moan of pleasure as the clamp gripped. Both nipples now held by the clamps and the short length of chain hanging in a shallow loop between, though I wanted to pull at the chain, to intensify the feeling in my nipples, pull on the chain to make the clamps grip tighten...the reason I had bought ‘Clover Leaf’ clamps, I did not want them to slip off when the chain was pulled, I wanted the pulling of the chain to make me feel, experience them more....I so wanted to pull at the chain now for John to see and enjoy. But tonight those actions were not mine to decide, they were for John to instruct and for me to obey. I did not touch the chain, waited for John to comment or instruct as I felt my nipples pass from the initial pain of the clamps grip, moving to the painful numbness, which I knew would be more intense when John ordered me to remove them...the glorious shot of pain as the clamps were released, that would make me moan (and some times cry out), but the feeling also and always aroused me immensely. I did not have to wait long before John gave me more directions.
“You love the feel of them on your sissy nipples, don’t you? Are they nice and painful....or would you like me to pull on the chain to make it more painful for you....”
“Oooh yes please Sir...”, just the though of John pulling at the chain making my sissy-clit jerk in the confines of my French Knickers, “...I would love you to pull on the chain Sir...as I worship your cock Sir.”
I hoped that the addition of wanting to worship John’s cock would arouse him more, as I knew that the more I aroused John the more he had me perform for him, and tonight I was desperate to perform for him.....but I had no idea of how much I would be ‘performing’ over this weekend...that was yet to come, and so much more.
“Such a good and obedient little sissy slut, aren’t you. Hold the chain in your mouth, while you display your lingerie for me.”
I could see John slowly caressing his hard cock, as he gave me my instructions, which I followed without question. Taking the chain that linked the nipple clamps in my mouth, deliciously pulling on the clamps adding more pressure onto my nipples, I stood up again moving my chair to the side so that I could move more freely and show, or present myself to John. I walked away from the camera so that John could watch as my ass cheeks moved from walking in heels, though I was becoming more accustomed to walking in heels, walking in them still not natural and I knew this accentuated the movement of my ass within the silky caress of my French Knickers. I had considered wearing a pair of thong backed panties so that John would be able to see the cheeks of his sissy’s ass immediately when I began to perform for him, but I knew that John appreciated the femininity of more sexually demure underwear at times, and also the teasing element of knowing what is beneath the silky fabric even though it is not immediately on show...I also enjoyed both these elements, I loved the feel of the material against my skin, but also loved the teasing part of not exposing myself immediately. Part of me enjoyed the teasing, not for the teasing and trying to arouse John, but that there could be consequences to my teasing....to pay for my teasing...to be punished, or bound, to be used, abused, fucked like the sissy teasing slut I was deserved.
As a walked from the camera, allowing John to see all of my offered, lingerie dressed body walking slightly unsteadily, I ran my hands down the sides of my body savouring the feel of my hands sliding over the material of the Basque that tightly and deliciously embraced my body.

...imagining it were the hands of John, or someone else, anyone else. Caressing my willing body, preparing my body for more than the feel of their hands sliding over the Basque I wore, readying me to feel their hands as they stroked, caressed, mauled all of my body, holding my sissy-clit, reddening my ass with their hand as it struck, fingering my ass-pussy before filling me with hard throbbing cock. Fucking me hard and deep, making me moan with the pleasure of giving my body fully for the pleasure of another, however they gained their pleasure or how painful or humiliating it my be for me. I wanted to give myself, to feel the submission, the surrendering of any all control to another...

My hands moved from sides, to running over my French Knickers covered ass, slowly caressing in circular movements then grabbing at my ass roughly with both hands and pulling my ass cheeks apart. Though pulling my ass apart would not show anything, due to the French Knickers it would show my desire to tease, be used and I knew this would please John. And it did have the desired effect I hoped for,
“Yeah, that’s it slut grab that ass...spread it...get ready for my fucking cock...just wait til I get you in my hands you teasing slut.”
I continued to present myself to John, enjoying the reactions, becoming more aroused by my actions, my submitting and offering myself to John. As I walked and presented myself, I also lifted my head knowing that it would cause the chain held in my mouth to pull more on the clamps on my nipples. The additional pressure bringing fresh delicious pain to my nipples, sending a shiver through my body and causing an involuntary soft moan to escape from my chain holding mouth, but making sure the chain was still held firmly.
“Right slut show me that tight sissy cunt of yours!”
Bending over following John’s instructions I slowly lowered my French Knickers down over my offered ass, when I was fully on view my hands continued to stroke my naked ass, then slowly one finger caressed the tight hole of my sissy cunt hole.
“That’s right start working on your hole, like a good sissy. Such a pity I’m not there to ram my hard cock deep into you and make you moan like the fucking cock loving whore you are....you’d love that wouldn’t you!”
Though I couldn’t see John on the screen of my laptop, from his voice I knew he was enjoying my performance for him, the arousal in his voice was clear and it was not just John that was being aroused. I continued to be at a level of delicious arousal, how could I not? I was dressed in lingerie, presenting myself to another while my nipple-clamps gripped tightly to my numbing, yet painful nipples. I so wished John was her in person....to grab my hips as he pushed his thick, hard cock into my willing but tight ass-cunt making me moan with the pain and pleasure of being fucked hard. I was brought back from my thoughts by John’s voice again.

“Right, think it is time for you to have a ‘sit down’,” (The emphasis on the words ‘sit down’, were clear and we both knew what John meant. We had progressed to the point that John did not have to give specific instructions, sometimes just saying certain words in a certain way were enough for John to convey his instruction and for me to understand and comply.) “you have something to tell me don’t you, or you better had!!”
I did have something to tell John, as he had set me a task that I was to describe to him tonight, with the thoughts of the task I had completed I prepared to ‘sit down’. I removed my French Knickers, laying them to the side for now, then taking a length of cord from the items I had with me for tonight, I begun to bind my cock and balls, ensuring that all my actions were in full view of the webcam, so John could witness my actions.
Slowly I wound the cord around each of my balls, separating them and trapping the blood and arousal within, then the cord was wound tightly around the base of my cock, my erect sissy-clit, ensuring that it would remain erect....which I knew would become painfully erect. Once I had secured the cord, I placed a condom over my bound sissy-clit. After making sure I had completed this, I turned my attention to my sissy ass-pussy. Turning so that John could continue to view my preparations, I reached for the lubricant and slowly applied it to my hole, gently working my finger in and out, then two fingers...finger fucking my ass in view of John...in readiness for the vibrator I now reached for. Taking more lubricant I caressed the vibrator covering it in lubricant so that it would slide easily into my willing hole, but before I could fill myself with a length of thick, vibrating cock substitute I had to finish my preparations. Retrieving my French Knickers, I stepped into them sliding them slowly up over my stocking clad legs...feeling and hearing the silent contact as the silk of my French Knickers ran up over my stockings...pausing as my French Knickers reached my thighs, leaving them at the same height as the stocking tops that caressed, held my thighs held by the suspenders that loosened their pull as I bent over. Now prepared I slowly began to push the vibrator into my lubricated sissy ass, enjoying the feeling of the head of the for now still and lifeless vibrator as it began to open my lubricated ass, pushing harder I felt the delirious feeling of my ass opening and taking the vibrator,
...how I wished it was John behind me forcing his cock into me, or not only John, I just wanted cock, hard thick cock pushing deep into me, fucking me...

pushing the vibrator deeper until it was seated firmly in my pussy, enjoying the feeling of fullness, I took the control-box that was fitted to the vibrator by a thin flex and switched it on and tried the vibration settings to make sure they were working. The gentle buzz of the artificial cock filling my ass began, sending an initial shiver through my body which caused the chain connecting my nipple clamps to move, even this small swaying of the chain added to the painful pleasure of my nipples. I wanted to increase the power to the vibrator feel it buzzing and jerking in my ass, as I grabbed my sissy cock and allowed myself the release of orgasm, but that release was not for me to choose. I gave the slider on the control box a push, just to test and moaned as my sissy-pussy was full of vibrating and buzzing pleasure. Quickly lower the intensity as I was not doing this for my pleasure. Once sure the vibrator was working, I continued to pull up my French Knickers. Covering my bound sissy-clit and balls in delicate silky embrace, though the knickers would not hold the vibrator in my sissy-pussy, but that was not a problem as I was only preparing to ‘sit down’.
With my French Knickers back in place, I sat on the chair I had pulled back in front of the webcam, in a position that gave John the full view of his sissy, submissive slut.
“Right it’s time to tell me if you completed what I told you to do before tonight, and leave that vibrator on low talk, don’t want you cumming into that condom do we slut, well not yet.”
Sat in front of the webcam, my cock & balls bound and my ass full of gently buzzing rubber cock, it was time to describe to John the completion of the task set. The task being to visit a local lay-by and take a strangers cock and suck it to completion, with very little conversation. John did not want me to communicate or arrange a meet through email or websites, this had to be spontaneous and with as little chat as possible. I knew this was because John wanted me to be slutty, a whore, a cock lover that would take opportunities to pleasure others and for them to think of me as just a cock sucking, cum swallowing slut.
I had completed the task, and was pleased with myself that I had more to describe to John than just sucking one cock, so sat in lingerie in front of John I began to tell of my task.......

Homework Essay Part 3
The feelings of arousal and also desire, submission, craving to John grew as my wife continued talking to me. I was finding it increasingly hard to maintain the conversation with my wife, as I stood in my lingerie for John, and watching John slowly wanking his hard, thick cock in close-up HD quality, my own cock throbbing within my French Knickers.

“Are you alright you sound a bit preoccupied?” my wife asked, almost sounding like she was trying to hold back a giggle. Part of me became worried that she knew what I was doing, but how could she?
“Sorry, just trying to get my head around this report.” I tried to sound as convincing as possible, trying to keep my voice calm, while I stood dressed in my lingerie, like a sissy slut, as John continued to tease me by sliding his hand up and down the hard length of his erect cock.
“Don’t be working all night babe, work isn’t everything. You should have some time away from work, you can’t work all weekend without some time to relax.” I felt I could surely hear something in her voice, not concern about me working over the weekend, something more. But it was just my mind over thinking things, due to the position I was in.
“Ok, I promise I wont work all weekend. I’ll be all worked out and relaxed when you get back on Monday.”
“Ok, I’ll let you get on, night babe. And don’t stay up all night or I’ll have to tell you off .” Laura said with a small laugh.
“I’ll knock off soon promise, don’t want to get told off (followed with a similar, light laugh), night, love you.”
“Night babe, love you too.” Hanging up there was still a part of my mind that though Laura sounded different, almost as if she were trying not to laugh, as if she knew what I was doing, how I was dressed and how I was presenting myself for John’s entertainment...but that would be impossible, it was just my imagination. I put this thought out of my mind and returned my attention fully back to the laptop and John, who still had his webcam focused on his erect cock which he was slowly stroking, to tease and encourage his sissy slut, returning the volume to go with the images now that telephone call had ended.
“Hello John, sorry about that...” I began forgetting myself and the reason for being dressed as I was, “sorry, Hello Sir”
“That’s better my little sissy bitch, don’t want you forgetting your place do we?” The image on the screen as John sat down again, though with enough distance between himself and the webcam so that I could see John’s face, but also still able to see his erect cock at the bottom of the screen.
When we had first began communicating and webcamming we would both wear lingerie, though as things had progressed, and I had assumed the more submissive role, and John the dominant it was me that dressed to please John, as he would remain naked, though at times John would remain fully clothed while I would be dressed in lingerie, or strip naked for him...reinforcing John’s dominance.
Tonight John wished to start by discussing Laura, due to the call from her that had delayed our mutual pleasures. We had discussed Laura before and some of my fantasises of my wife, John also adding to these.
We had talked at length of these fantasises, how I wished my wife knew of my desires, embraced and encouraged them. Dressing me in lingerie making use of her sissy, slut husband for her pleasure, binding me, punishing me, fucking me with a strap-on....how I wished to submit to her...not only joining in with fun with other males, as I sucked their cocks and have them fuck my pussy-ass, but also seeking out thick hard cocks for her pleasure....having me suck their cocks to hardness to fuck my wife, then sucking their cocks clean and licking my wife’s pussy clean after they had fucked each other in my presence. John liked to have me describe how he would fuck my wife in front of me and how I would thank him for allowing me watch, before sucking his cock clean after cumming deep inside my wife, as she waited for me drink his cum from her cunt. Another fantasy that John liked me to share involved Laura and myself both dressed in lingerie and offered to a large group to use in anyway they wished. Both of us used repeatedly by men and women, punished, bound, fucked used solely for the pleasure of others...John knew this fantasy aroused me and enjoyed seeing me get excited about my wife be used, like me, as a slut for others pleasure. John’s words brought me back to focus and away from the delicious and perverted thoughts of my wife.
“Well slut, would your lovely wife think if she knew what position you were in while you spoke to her?” John laughed at this, “Her husband, all dressed in his slutty lingerie ready to please another man.....and you are going to please me tonight, aren’t you slut?!”
Instinctively I answer, “Yes Sir” and waited for what John says next.
“Were you thinking of having my cock to yourself, or were you thinking of me fucking Laura?”
The conversation continued with me admitting that although I wanted John’s cock filling my mouth and pussy-ass, I also wanted to see Laura be fucked by John, eventually admitting that I wanted to see Laura fucked by many cocks and that I would clean every cock after they had cum in my wife’s cunt or ass....then clean all the cum from her holes with my tongue and swallow it all....like a good sissy slut should.
I could see on the laptop that John was aroused by our conversation, as the stroking of his fully erect cock would pause (I assumed so that he would not orgasm too soon), I was equally aroused, but had not been instructed or given permission to touch my cock, that was pushing against the material of the French Knickers and forming a wet spot where my arousal was causing me to leak....how I wished John would allow me to wank.
“Think it is time that you put on a show for me slut, we can always come back to Laura....think it is time for those pegs, don’t you my little slut?!”
John enjoyed ordering me to place pegs on my nipples, sometimes to be left until my nipples had become numb, the enjoying more the sharp shooting pain I felt as I removed them, as the blood began to circulate again. At other time John would have me pull and/or twist them, again enjoying watching my reactions to the delicious painful pleasure I was inflicting upon myself for his visual pleasure, and of course his audible pleasure as he watched and listened to my moans, of both pain and pleasure. Amongst other exhibitionist, painful and submission lead acts John instructed me to carry out for him to watch, and enjoy as he leisurely stroked his throbbing cock for me to see....knowing that I wished that he was instructing me in person and that my reward for my submission and following instructions would be to feel John’s thick, hard cock fucking my mouth or pussy-ass before unloading his warm, thick, delicious cum...I wanted to feel and taste it filling my mouth, savouring the gift, before swallowing and sucking John clean...or have John jerking and filling my pussy-ass, then feeling my pussy-ass gape as my Master’s cum seeped out of my well used sissy fuck-hole.
Tonight I had planned my own little surprise for John, one which I was sure he would appreciate and approve of. Agreeing or more accurately accepting John’s instruction I leant forward reaching to a small bag of accessories I always had when on webcam with John, instead of the usual household pegs that I had used many times previously I took out a pair of nipple clamps connected by a thin chain. I had thought of purchasing adjustable clamps, but though ‘Clover Leaf’ style nipple clamps would be the better choice...as I envisaged John enjoying having me pull at the connecting chain, making the clamps grip harder.
Sitting up again, I showed my purchase to John hoping that he would, as I hoped, be pleased with my surprise. Before placing them on my nipples...

...which I right now I desperately wanted to do....to feel the pressure of the clamps on my nipples, the delicious first painful pleasure as the clamps tightly gripped my nipples, I would have to force myself to resist the urge to pull at the chain to increase the pressure of the clamps, and moan as I let the painful pleasure flow through my mind and body, just the thought of the deliciously intense sensations were making my erect cock jerk within the confines of my French Knickers...

...I waited for John’s reaction to my surprise. I did not have to wait long.
“Well what are you waiting for, put them on! You didn’t just buy them to show me them....so lets have some fun with them. And put them on slowly, I want to see you enjoy the feeling as they grip on.....oh and hear you moan you little bitch.”
I followed John’s instructions......and it was only the beginning of our shared webcam pleasure on that night. But I had no idea what was to come later, and how much more I would experience over the weekend.......

I have added the next part to the writing completed by instruction of Master Sally.
Again please feel free to make any comments, whether about what has been written or about the author....Polly Pet.

Homework Essay Part 2
After sending my brief email to John, in which I described how I was dressed and how aroused I was, I logged into one of my favourite sites to look at pictures posted by others with a similar passion and waited for John to log on.
I leisurely scrolled through the wonderfully erotic pictures of all these other men, or gurls that shared my love of lingerie and cock. So many different pictures from close up shots of soft, semi-hard and erect cocks in panties, a few showing thick, delicious cum seeping through the material of the panties that encased hard throbbing cock. I stared at these pictures imagining my tongue sliding over the panty covered cocks, licking up the delicious cum, savouring it in my mouth before swallowing....my own cock was almost painfully erect pushing against the material of my French Knickers, I desperately wanted to take myself in hand and relieve my pent up desires. But I knew I couldn’t, shouldn’t. I had already emailed John letting him know that I was alone, aroused and dressed, so I had to hold back from relieving myself as that would only be allowed when John allowed it. The fact that my release, orgasm was at the control of John only added to the excitement and pleasure of our chats. Very early into our friendship it had become obvious that John was the dominant one and I willingly accepted my position as his submissive toy, though it was never spoken about or agreed on, it was plain to both of us how this relationship worked and we were both happy with it this way. So I resisted my carnal urges, knowing that my sexual frustration would only increase the pleasure I would experience later when John allowed me to orgasm, and returned to further torturing my arousal with scrolling through more of the addictive and erotic pictures on my laptop.
I continued to look though the pictures posted by others on the site, prolonging on the pictures that included additional passions of mine, other than just the wearing of lingerie, that made those hard cocks so beautiful. Lingering longingly on the pictures that showed elements of bondage, restraint and punishment, wishing and imaging it was me in the pictures I was seeing...
...bent over a table, with legs spread, hands tied behind my back and bright red ass cheeks from a hard spanking.
...bound on my knees as my head is held and a thick, hard cock is forced into my mouth, making me gag.
...tied in a doorway, arms above my head, hands gripping my chest, pulling at my nipples, as the cock behind me is forced into my man-cunt.

Then there were the pictures involving watersports, delicious warm piss, I so wanted to feel it covering me, running over my lingerie covered body, filling my mouth as I looked at the pictures. Imaging the feel of a hard cock filling my mouth, not just filling my mouth fucking my willing mouth, then pulling back to release a hot stream of piss. Filling my sissy, slut mouth covering my face as my lips closed to swallow the piss I had been given, running down my body making my lingerie wet, running over my hard, panty covered cock.
My mind idly savouring my deliciously perverted thoughts, without realising my hand gently stroking my erection through the French Knickers which imprisoned my hard sissy cock....then the phone rang. Bringing me back to reality, and away from my thoughts of being bound, punished and accepting the hot piss from hard, throbbing cocks. Answering the phone, I spoke to my wife who was just checking that I wasn’t working all night and telling me that her parents were taking the kids to a theme park tomorrow, so that she could have some time to relax and go shopping and catch up with some old friends. I chatted calmly to my wife, though aroused that I was sat dressed in lingerie and still scrolling through pictures of hard cocks in lingerie, pausing on the pictures that I found especially arousing, such as the one of a sissy on her knees with three hard cocks pointing at her open mouth....mmm to be in her position sucking those hard cocks until they filled my mouth and covered my face in their thick, warm cum. As I chatted an icon flashed onto the screen of my laptop, John had signed on and had opened his chat account and was waiting for me to respond. Holding the phone in one hand, I took my other away from gently stroking my cock through the silk material of my French Knickers and logged onto my chat account, making sure that the volume from John was muted, but allowing John to listen and watch as I stood up in front of the webcam. Showing John my attire my obvious arousal pressed against my French Knickers, turning and bending so John could see every inch of my lingerie covered body as I continued chatting to my wife. The image of John on the screen changed from his smiling face, as he stood up presenting to me his naked body and his hard cock in his hand as he slowly stroked it for me to see, and desire.

I have been instructed to share on my blog some writing I have begun for Master Sally. Please feel free to comment on what you read positive or negative....Polly Pet.

Homework Essay
“What I did with my friend last weekend”
Last weekend proved to be a most enjoyable and enlightening period, if at times painful and deliciously humiliating in the most arousing way. I had the good fortune to have a weekend alone, with my wife taking the children to see their Grandparents. Though I was supposed to be going too I had explained to my wife that I would have to work over the weekend as I had to complete a report that was due early the following week, though not happy with me working instead of spending time visiting her parents, she accepted that the work had to be done.
I felt some guilt as they left on Friday evening for the drive to her parents, knowing that although the report was due early the next week, I had already finished it. But, the chance to be alone and indulge in my passions and desires was too much to resist. Once alone I prepared for my evening, first going into the attic and retrieving the box that contained some of my passions. The box having to be hidden due to my wife not knowing of my other desires, and the attic was the safest place. Once retrieved, I had to resist indulging immediately, taking out the lingerie feeling it against my skin. The thought of it causing me to become aroused, but I knew it would be better if I waited and prepared properly. Leaving the box on my marital bed, unopened I went downstairs and made sure all the doors were locked and all the windows covered by closed curtains or blinds. Once all this was done I took a wine glass from the shelf and poured a large glass of red wine, taking a sip I moved to my laptop. Turning it on, and checking recent emails, none of which interested me and needed no reply, then I logged onto my other account, the one that was for me, the one my wife knew nothing about, the one I used when alone.

I quickly checked the emails on my private and secret account, most of which were the usual pointless messages from various sites to inform of new members or new pictures/videos, but fortunately not all the emails were as pointless. There were three person emails, from friends I had made online, or more specifically on sites that offered the pleasures of my sexual desires, that I could not share with my wife. Before I could allow myself the pleasure of reading and replying to these emails I decided I should finish preparing for my planned night of relaxation and pleasure.
Returning to my bedroom, taking another sip of wine, I lay out what lingerie I will wear tonight; Black Basque with six straps to attach stockings, matching Black French Knickers (allowing a little freedom for my cock, which will be erect for most of the night), dark Black stockings with detailed lace trim and finished with 4 inch Black Leather Ankle Boots. Going for a sophisticated, yet suggesting slutty lingerie selection, then removing all of my normal clothes, naked I picked up the Basque....the feeling of against my skin, electrifyingly exciting as I fastened the clasps and pulled it into place, then sitting on the edge of my marital bed...

...where I would normally sleep with my wife, where I had made love to my wife, where I had fucked my wife. And where I had dreamt of sharing my personal passions and desires with my wife, but knowing I couldn’t ...

...sliding the stocking up my leg, standing to attach the fastenings of the basque, sitting again to slide the other stocking up my leg. Slowly running my hands along my leg, savouring the feel of the stocking as it encased my leg, imagining that the hands smoothing the stocking were not mine. Fastening the other stocking to my basque I reached for the French knickers, and stepped into them, slowly raising them up my stocking clad legs until they enclosed my erection, the feel of the lace panties only intensifying my arousal. Leaning forward I place the leather ankle boots on my feet, enjoying the feel the boots and the 4 inch heels, but wishing that I had a pair of full length ‘hooker boots’, black leather boots encasing my legs with my stockings and suspenders showing above the thigh height of the boots....the though of dressing overtly sexual, not sexual, slutty aroused me even more. I wanted to relax and wank. Lay on my marital bed imagining such pleasures dressed as a slut, how I would be used, fucked, abused as a sexual (sissy) plaything for others to abuse and enjoy using. But there was tonight to come, emails to answer and pleasure if even alone, to be had.
Returning downstairs, sat in front of my laptop, dressed in my lingerie feeling deliciously aroused (my arousal evident from the pressure placed on my French Knickers by my erect cock), however aroused I was now, I could not succumb to my desire to pleasure myself, as I knew prolonging it would make all the more pleasurable. I tried to settle myself and concentrate on answering the emails that I had received that need replying to. The first, from John who I had exchanged many emails and chats with and shared similar desires, I was hoping that he was letting me know that he would be able to be online tonight to chat, and it was. He said that he would be online for a while around 9pm and waned to chat as he had a suggestion to make that he wanted to chat about. I had no idea what it could be, but as it was already 8 o’clock, and I had to reply to the two other emails. I read and replied to those emails. One from a man I had only just began communicating with, who stated that he was in a similar situation being married, but with desires for pleasure with other men. He was not as interested in lingerie or being with others in lingerie, but said he was desperate to enjoy the pleasure of another hard cock, in a more submissive role. Though I preferred a more submissive role myself, it was exciting to communicate with him, and possibly at some point if things went well meeting and taking a more Dominant role and enjoying each other. So I replied, and continued our communication, waiting to see where it would lead.
The other email was from a female friend that found the use of men, especially those of the submissive and lingerie wearer type extremely arousing. Though in a relationship, she found it sexually unsatisfying and used the internet to discuss her desires. We had become good friends, sharing desires and experiences and if it had not been for the fact that we lived so far apart, we both agreed that we would have met and experienced some of our shared desires and passions. I replied at length to her email, and the desires she expressed....dressing me like a SLUT, fucking me with her strapon cock, making me ‘Her Bitch’. And her desire to have me receive and enjoy the pleasure of accepting her desire for watersports, making me lick her pussy as she pissed, laid bound in lingerie as she pissed on me. She enjoyed our chats that involved her being Mistress and her being present while I was used and abused by other men. Once I had finished my reply to her, my Mistress, I was even more aroused and desperate for release, but I had another quick email to write.
To John to confirm that I was also available to chat, also adding the fact that I was dressed in lingerie and all alone........

“That’s right BITCH, get that tongue working. Get it right in.”

My face forced tight against my Master’s ass, by the chain, which pulls agonisingly at my nipples, I use my tongue as instructed. Doing all I can to please kissing, licking, sliding my tongue as deep as possible within my Master’s tight hole, savouring the taste and heady aroma. After a period of time, which I cannot measure due to the pain I am feeling, but also the pleasure from my situation and servitude (evident from my growing erection encased within my sissy lace panties), my Master decides I have performed adequately at my task and releases the chain from his grasp. The reprieve from the pain on my nipples from the chain being pulled is very short lived, for as my Master releases his grip of it, gravity takes over and the attached weight falls rapidly stopped only when the chain pulls sharply at my nipples. The sudden sharp pain causing me to lean forward, and release an audible wince of pain.

“Ohh… did that hurt bitch. Well get used to it, there is a lot more to come…
… And try to make out you don’t get off on it. You think I haven’t noticed your pathetic excuse for an erection, well don’t worry you’ll have plenty of experience of real cocks by the time I’m finished with you.”

My Master then grabs me by my hair and raises me to my feet, and walks me towards a table. Walking causes the weight attached to nipples via the chain to swing, pulling alternately at one nipple then the other, though the stabs of pain only slightly register due to burning pain that is almost constant from the previous treatment. Standing at the end of the table my Master has me to bend over the edge of the table, and then releases his grip of my hair. Bending over, allows the weight pulling at my flesh to rest on the table, alleviating some of the pain, but I know this respite from my anguish will not last.
If I wished a life without pain to go with pleasure I would not be here, dressed as I am bent over a table, my chest still throbbing from its treatment, and my cock straining against the lace material of my sissy panties. As my mind wanders between my the opposites of pleasure and pain, and which I crave the most, I feel my Masters riding crop gently caress the inside of my thigh through the silkiness of my stockings. The subtlety of its touch as it moves up my leg over my stocking and coming into contact with my naked flesh above my stocking top, tracing delicately the contour of my panty covered sissy ass is almost as electrifying as when that same riding crop struck savagely against my chest. My body gives an involuntary shudder, pain and pleasure from the same instrument, my cock twitches…but pleasure is now to be replaced. As I revel in the feel of my Master’s riding crop caressing my legs and ass, I am sharply awakened as the crop lands on the flesh between the top of my stocking and the hem of my skirt.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing SLUT? I am not here for you pleasure, you are here for mine. Lift your skirt, lower your knickers, then hands above your head.”

The order is accompanied with another strike with the crop on the naked flesh of my other thigh. Immediately I follow my instructions, I raise my skirt and push my panties down over my now naked ass until they reach the tops of my stockings. I close my eyes and wait for the crop to strike me, but it does not come. Then I feel cold steel against my wrists, as they placed in handcuffs. Looking up I see my Master attach the cuffs to a chain that secures me to the table. My Master just smiles at me, checks that I am securely shackled to the table, and then walks out of my view behind me. Minutes pass, or it could be seconds my concept of time is confused by the mixture of emotions, pain and pleasure…then I feel my Master’s crop connect with the exposed flesh of my ass.
Harder and intensely more painful than that which had been administered to my chest and nipples, instinctively I try to move forward away from the strike of the crop, but against the table I have no where to go, I try to not cry out, but fail. I wait for the riding crop to land again, but it does not come, instead…

“Well if you can’t keep quiet, I’ll soon fix that!”

My Master comes into my line of sight again, the riding crop gone from his hand to be replaced with a short leather belt and in his other hand a butt plug. Placing the belt on the table he pulls my head back and forces the butt plug into my mouth.

“This will stop your sissy screams, and you may as well warm it up, because you know where it is going SLUT! Once I’ve warmed your ass up with my crop, then given you the good fucking you deserve.”

Taking the butt plug in my mouth, my Master makes sure I cannot get it out by fastening the belt around it and my head tightly. I wait what is to come, with excitement and fear… then I feel hands on my ass, spreading them. I hear my Master spit, and then feel the wetness land on my open ass. Before I can comprehend that I am not to be struck with the crop, I feel my Master forcing his cock into me. With one thrust he forces himself into me, but any illusions of just being fucked by him are quickly dispelled, as my hair is grabbed pulling my head back and my Master’s hand comes down hard on my ass, then again and again. As his hard cock savagely thrusts deep into me, he beats my ass…this is truly pleasure and pain. I want to scream, cry and moan in ecstasy all at once, but I can’t…the butt plug secured in my mouth ensures that.

I’m stood in front of my Master, dressed as instructed,
plain white blouse,
short plaid pleated skirt (short enough to show the tops of my stockings),
white stockings,
white suspenders and
tight white lace panties.
Master walks round me, inspecting my attire. Standing in front of me Master grips my blouse and rips it open, exposing my naked chest. Taking a step back, he raises his riding crop and begins slapping at my nipples, the blows becoming harder as the colour rises in my flesh, the pain growing as with each strike. When my chest is deep red, and feels if it is on fire, the blows stop.

“Put these on, Slut.”

Master places in my hand a set of nipple clamps connected by a chain. As order I attach the clamps to painfully inflamed nipples. Master gently pulls at the chain, ensuring the clamps are securely attached, increasing the pain on my abused flesh, and then adds a weight to the chain so that the clamps pull at my nipples, causing constant pain. After admiring his work on my chest Master continues to walk around me. Using his riding crop he lifts the hem of my skirt, to check my underwear. Standing behind me, he leans forward and whispers in my ear,

“Well look at you all dressed up in your white, virginal lingerie. HA…you virginal, that’s a laugh, you cock sucking, little piss slut.”

With a sharp downward tug on the chain connecting the clamps biting into nipples, I fall to my knees as the pain explodes through my chest.

“On your fucking knees, BITCH!!”

Kneeling at Master’s feet, my head is pulled back by my hair, so that I am looking up at Master with his cock just inches from my face. Taking his hardening cock in his other hand, Master begins slapping my face with it.

“You want it don’t you, you fucking whore. You want me to fuck your sissy mouth, fill it with my cum, don’t you? Well beg for it. Get begging SLUT!”

Knelling at Masters feet I beg and plead to be fed his cock, to have my face fucked and to be allowed to drink his warm cum, as he continues to slap my face with his hardening cock. The slapping stops and Master turns round presenting his ass to my face. He has me pass him the chain attached to my nipple clamps between his legs.

“You’ll have to earn the privilege of sucking my cock, but to start with I have a good use for your tongue. Now start licking…BITCH!”

Master then pulls on the chain, stretching my abused nipples and forcing my face tight to his ass, as my tongue begins my task.

Sunday 16th July.......I will be taking some new pictures. All suggestions are welcome, how would you like me to pose, or what do want to see. PM with suggestions before Sunday and I'll take pictures of the best suggestions. Those that would like more personal contact, i.e. cam, have msn address, send me yours or ask for mine, and let the FUN begin.

Would love to see my pictures with cocks wanking and cumming on them. Either post and let me know or pm me for msn addy. Not sure wether I should post anymore as only one has sent me pic of cock over my pic, shame it wasn't cumming. (thx Tomtom..xxx).
If I get some 'cum-on-pics', I'll consider doing request postings, so please start cumming on me, then let me know what you want to see.
xxxx

'Cat's away, this mouse wants to play', used an old pic for post, though will be taking some new ones tonight. Love to chat/cam(MSN), when I can...which is tonight, from about 8.30pm. Apart from camming, love to recieve 'hot' mail, tell me if you like my pics, and what you would like to do to/with me.....variety is the spice of life.