Sunday, September 23, 2012

Kinkster Kiwi



Every so often, I will get a naughty idea that I can't get out of my head until I've masturbated thinking about it for a day or more, hehe. The idea I have in my head today is of one of my kinkier fantasies.  Let me tell you a little of how wet and ready to play it makes me.  

I wake in the morning to find a note from my master and a set of clothes laid out for me. The note gave me the instructions to put on the clothes, which consist of fishnet stockings, a very tight black leather corset with garters to the stockings, wrist and ankle restrains, a collar and a blindfold. There are further instruction to pull my hair into a very tight ponytail, yes to the point of hurting. But remember, I'm a good sex slave, I've learned to get aroused from having pain inflicted on my willing body, so getting dressed up in my slut outfit, and pulling my hair as tight as I can into a ponytail only gets me wet and throbbing in the anticipation of being used as a sex toy.
After I get everything but the blindfold on, I'm under orders to take myself down into the play room master has set up in his house, put one of my vibrators in myself, turn it on low, kneel with my legs spread as far as I can get them and then put the blindfold on.  After I'm kneeling and blindfolded, the last thing the note told me was to put my hands behind my back, and wait for what ever master has set up to surprise me today. After what seemed like forever with that vibe torturing my slit, as the note did not say I was allowed to come, the door to the play room opened and I could hear master talking to someone.

"She's here, ready as I told her to be. Come look."

Hearing the footsteps of what had to be a group of at least 4 people enter the room where I was panting, quivering and doing my best not to come right then and there, my mind began to wonder what I had in store for me.

"Feel free to inspect the whore."

I heard Master say from behind me, as at least 5 pairs of hands began to roughly grope and probe me. Knowing I still did not have permission to come, move or speak, it was all I could do to keep from orgasming right there. I heard my gasps and whimpers and strange fingers found their way into my holes, probing, stretching, twisting and prodding, testing me, to see if I'd lose control. Determined to prove what a good sex slave I am, I fought against my urges and was able to keep from coming all over the fingers inside me.

"Candace, this is your reward for the last week of wonderful service." Master said, his mouth suddenly right next to my left ear.  

"I'm leaving you in the service of this group of my friends, but I'm video taping to review your work later. Your job is to satisfy every single person in this room. What ever they decide to make you do, you cannot refuse them. You belong to them for the time being, don't disappoint me."  

And with that he left me, blindfolded to be used, stretched, and passed around by a group of horny people I'd probably never met. To be used as a toy to indulge and satisfy an unknown number of people until they were finished with me.  

Got your attention? Call me on NiteFlirt and tell me what you would do if you were in that group.  Hehe.


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