Takes from Abyss

Today is one of those days, if you haven't been able to tell already from my many blogs. It is a day where I crave, no need to be dominated. I feel so sensitive, so on edge.

At work, I was treated so poorly by a man on the phone. He yelled at me, actually screaming into the phone. He called me a worthless whore, a stupid butch, and so on. Normally, I would inform him that I am hanging up, make a case note, and never hear from the person again. Today it excited me. I couldn't help but say "yes Sir" and apologize for my short comings until I realized what I was doing.

I am flustered, shocked, and terribly turned on. It is like I am in heat for verbal abuse, needing degradation and humiliation. It is terrible that I want more.

Let us pretend you are here.

Let us pretend you control me, you use me, you take me.

How would you?

A demanding hand that expects orders to be followed. Few emotions other than the desire to have me submit and please you.

A tender hand that wants to be pampered, catered to, worshipped. You need me on my knees, praising my skills as I make you feel as godly as you deserve to feel.

A starved hand that wants and needs. No serving needed as you desire to take. It may be rough or mean or cruel, but you need it and know that it makes my body sing.

How would you use me? How would you need me? How may I serve?

I have always been good. It frustrates you as you want to correct and have an excuse to break out the big guns. I have never given you such an excuse. My mistakes are small and unintentional.

You realize I don't have to fuck up for you to get your way. I am your filthy girl and that is enough in itself to warrant a session of harsh treatment. My body is devoted to you, it is your play thing.

So make me kneel, bind my arms, gag my mouth, and use me like you crave. Take out that frustration, watch me squirm under humiliation, make me scream in pain and pleasure. I deserve it. I ask for it. I need it as much as you do.

I haven't gotten a lot of alone time since the pandemic. I feel more and more pent up and suffocated. We moved and finally got a nice, tall fence. It has been wonderful the past few days. I can feel kinky without guilt. Walking in the cool night air with little to nothing on gives me a thrill.

It reminds me of something I did before my collar was put away, when I still served him. It was a cool night in the park. A park no one used, at least we hoped that was a correct observation. I snuck into the bathroom there and deposited all my clothes in a stall and came out with only a collar on as instructed. He walked me around the park at night, smacking my thighs and pretending there was a mosquito.

I miss things like that.

Today has been fun.

The challenge had me play with wax and ice.

I started by chilling my nipples, which hurt more than I thought it would. Ice on my mound was not very reactive.

I have played with wax before so I decided to use my red candle and oof, it is a burner. I wasn't too careful about where the wax dripped. All along my body I let it burn but couldn't stand it on my labia. It hurt too much.

It has put me in a very submissive mood as I still tingle everywhere.

((Kinks that could be involved: force, bondage, humilation, impact play, stocks, face fucking, public use))

She had done it this time. She had gone too far. The Princess had always been one to push the rules, to try to get under people’s skin. No suitor had ended up wanting her. It wasn’t because she was not beautiful enough. On the contrary, the Princess’ beauty was something that could spark wars in any other situation.

Her hair was long and golden, framing a gentle shaped face. Her skin was fair and just by looking at it you knew it was so soft it made silk envious. Eyes the color of the ocean in a calm Caribbean bay radiated calmness, even as her full and almost pouting lips were speaking things that could make a man’s blood boil with rage.

Tonighth had been important. It was the last viable suitor’s visit. The Princess joined her father and the suitor for dinner. She was dressed well, as she always did. The crimson dress hugged her form in just the right ways. It complemented her ample cleavage, accentuated her slender form and hinted at a roundness in her ass as the skirts cascaded over it in a pillowing manner.

She began lovely enough, politely taking with her father, but it became apparent that she was going to ignore the presence of the suitor entirely. He tried to drum up conversation, she would talk over him.

The king was livid. He turned to the Captain of his guard and ordered "Do something about her, I am done trying. She will never be a suitable princess. Take her out of here, I don't care what you do with her just remove her!"

The Captain, knowing he would be blamed for her behavior again by the King, again. He was just as angry and tired if cleaning up after her messes. Today, she was going to pay him back. The King said he didn't care what was done with her... It was time to properly punish this princess.

I am just now done with my task for today. I had much to do as I was instructed to go back to the office tomorrow after two months of working from home.... Still got those words on me.

Speaking of words, I was a very good fuck toy and did my task. With my poor pussy aching from all the slaps, I felt I couldn't stand the marker in there, so I applied some spit and pushed it in the back door. It felt so good... But I felt bad for the markers friends. One by one, I pushed four markers in my asshole. It was a stretch and boy was it wonderful.

I was unable to cum, which isn't surprising. I am now laying in bed, panting and aching for more but I am bound by the challenge.

Wish me luck. I think I will be having wet dreams all night.

For today's task, I wrote some very choice words on my body and they didn't come off in the wash. 

I guess I am staying a cum dump, fuck toy for another day or so.

Or should it be thots?

I certainly feel like one today. My body is covered in degrading words and it both scares and thrills me to think about anyone seeing them. I keep picturing myself caught, exposed, teased and then used as the writing on my body bids the reader to do.

I took a walk around the block with my dog. Many people out on a nice day. Many fantasies running through my head.

Those movers could pull me into their van, use those tie downs and use me like my inner thigh begs them to.

My neighbor is washing his truck. That hose could easily soak my white sundress and show off all the dirty words on me. I couldn't deny being a fuck toy, it says so right on my breast. My nature exposed it would take but a command to have me on my knees servicing his cock while the neighborhood watched or even waited their turn.

Just... Sharing my submissive thoughts and fantasies as this challenge toys with my mind.

 I rolled 6. Lucky me, I have to put 6 degrading words on my body. So far the challenge has been fairly easy.

I have written slut on my stomach, fuck toy on my left breast, whore on my right breast, cum dump above my sex, use me on my left inner thigh, and cum slave on my right.

I am having dinner with in-laws tonight and the thought of these words on my body then has me feeling humilated and turned on.

I am feeling like a slave, a fuck toy, today. Like my place is to be used as roughly, painfully as my Master desires and by whomever he desires.

Who knew a few words would be so exciting.

No pictures, I have been forbidden to share anything. *Sigh*