DISPLAY

"When you come over tonight, you are to head directly upstairs.  Take off your clothes and put on the attire I will have laid out for you on the bed.  Come downstairs when you are done and stand before me.  Don't be late tonight."

I read the text with a bit of a shrug.  It's from M of course, and I wonder what this "attire" is that he has for me wear.  I'm aroused by this unusual and surprising request. 

I arrive and do exactly what I'm told.  He doesn't look my way when I enter, his eyes stay focused on the television as I slink away upstairs.  I am not greeted with his usual kiss and embrace when I come through the door, and I admit I am pouting about it a little.  I gently shut the door to his bedroom, and immediately go over to the bed to see what exactly I am to wear.  I see black hose, a pretty blue garter and matching bra.  The garter has straps attached to secure the hose, and I see he has also laid out my collar and leash. There are no panties, and feel a pang of nervousness as I disrobe.  I pull the hose on first, I stretch them gently so that they reach far enough up my thighs to cover most of my long legs.  Next I put on the garter.  It's a larger garter, one of the more retro sort of garters that go up higher on the waist.  The top of the garter sits above my navel, but the bottom doesn't adequately cover my pussy, even after I secure the garter to the hose.  I put on the bra, and it is much too small.  Most of my breasts hang out of the bra, threatening to spill out any moment.  I put on my collar and leash before I glance at myself in the mirror.  Not bad, I think to myself, but it doesn't stop me from being nervous.

I take a breath and head down the stairs.  M doesn't turn around and I am thankful for that.  I am not looking forward to facing his gaze, his scrutiny.  The shy girl in me just wanted to run out the door.  I go around the coffee table and stand in front of him.  I look at him, but sort of indirectly, I can't bring myself to meet his gaze eye to eye. 

"Turn around."

  I do so, and I can feel myself starting to blush.  He lets me stand there for a few moments before  he steps toward me, leading me by my leash back toward the sofa.  M sits and has me stand.  He rubs his hands over my stocking clad legs, his fingers lingering over the small space where the lace stops and the flesh begins. 

"You're beautiful.  You look so perfect.  Such a pretty girl I have." 

The words soothe me, reassure me.  I can feel myself growing moist, anxious for him to tear away at this pretty outfit and ravage me.  To my surprise, M only tugs roughly on the leash and orders me to my knees.  His voice changes from soothing, to commanding and stern.  I get on my knees.  I expect M to drop his trousers, and have me suck him.  Instead he sits back down on the couch.

"Sit down slut.  I am not ready for you yet.  Tonight is going to be different but I expect you to be a very good girl.  You are to obey me and do whatever I ask.  I do not want any hesitation, any disobedience.  Do not ask any questions or speak unless you are spoken to directly.  Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes," I say softly.  My stomach is in a small knot, my cunt is swelling at the anticipation and unknown of what M has in mind.  I am seated on the floor, while M watches television.  Every few minutes he reaches out and strokes my hair and face.  Gentle, loving strokes as he holds the leash in his other hand.  He doesn't speak to me or touch me anywhere else.  I'm anxious and starting to get a bit annoyed that I am all dressed up for him and ready, and he would rather be watching TV.  M's phone begins to ring and he goes into the kitchen to take the call.  When he returns he has a new order.

"Get on the table on all fours.  Do not move."

I'm apprehensive but I do it immediately.  The coffee table is not huge, but it's very sturdy.  M walks out of the room and opens his patio door.  A few moments later someone enters.  Male.  They are laughing and conversing in the kitchen. 

I feel a rush of embarrassment.  I only hope that the friend doesn't peer in and see me, that M will obstruct his view so that his friend is oblivious to the scantily clad woman on his coffee table.  I start to fume, I mean why would he let a friend come over at a time like this?

"Well I suppose I should show you what you have come here to see.  It really is a beautiful display."

The two men enter the room and I am horrified.  My mind races, and I don't know what to say or do.  I just remain there, shocked and frozen.  I can feel their eyes on me, as they converse as if I'm not on a coffee table.

"What do you think Tom?'

"Very nice indeed.  She doesn't mind being treated like this?  Wearing that leash and collar?"

M laughs.  "It only matters if I mind.  She is a toy, my obedient little slut.  I know what's best for my girl and she knows that.  She loves to cater to me, and will do whatever I ask."

"Wow.  She is beautiful but she doesn't look very happy.  I bet she is going to be pissed and will chew your ass out as soon as I leave."

M laughs harder this time.  "That will never happen.  You don't seem to understand.  She is my property.  She is very shy certainly, and part of her IS  upset that I'm doing this.  But the other part is aroused.  As soon as you leave she will be shoving my dick in her mouth.  She is a greedy, horny girl....I bet her pussy is soaking wet right now."

This time Tom snickers as I do my best to shield my face and hide my embarrassment. 

"I don't know M, it seems a little hard for me to believe.  She will really do anything you say?"

"Of course.  I don't harm her, I never would.  I push her yes, but never harm.  A man should always take care of his toys.  Let's have a better look at the display, stand up pretty girl."

M takes my hands and has me stand up on the table.

"So hot," Tom says.  I try not to look at either of them, standing up is much worse than my previous position.  "Her face is lovely, the body remarkable.  Very sexy body.  Her tits are huge."

"I definitely agree.  Her face is beautiful from any angle.  Doesn't she have the most beautiful legs?  You don't see legs like these every day."

"Such long legs.  Perfect."

"Is she not the hottest piece of ass you have ever seen?  She's a great fuck too, excellent little cock sucker.  She was made to suck dick."

"Her lips do appear well suited for it.  Does she swallow?

"Of course she swallows.  I can come wherever I choose.  She will swallow every last drop if I wish, she loves to taste me."

"She is a hot piece of ass.  Possibly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.  You are one lucky bastard."

  Do you want to look at her cunt?  It's lovely but she needs reassurance about it.  She doesn't like for me to look at it, she doesn't realize what a pretty cunt she has."

I think about running.  I can feel the tears brimming as M places his hand gently on my leg.  I know he is coaxing me, he can feel me tensing and is offering reassurance.  He gives my ass a gentle squeeze, I think he can sense that I need a little push.

"Step down from the table, turn around, and grab your ankles.  We are going to look at your cunt."
I do as I'm told.  Ashamed, humiliated, afraid, angry, and very very aroused.

"Look at that.  Just like I said.  Its soaking wet and drooling."  M places his hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart gently.  He flicks my asshole a bit.  "I fuck her here too, she has become quite the little ass slut.  She is still very tight back here, but she loves it."

"Wow.  I really don't know what to say.  She has a great pussy, beautiful pussy.  Man would I love to have pussy like that.  Can I see her tits?"

"Some other time.  We have business to attend to now.  I'm sure she is in desperate need of a fucking.  Go upstairs now slut and one of us will be up to use you."

I practically run up the stairs.  I am so thankful that it's over, pleased that I managed to sit through it.  I collapse on the bed and wait.  I hope M was just kidding about the last comment.  He wouldn't possibly send his friend up to fuck me.

Much to my relief, M strolls through the door a few moments later. 

He lays down next to me, caresses me, pulls me into his arms.  He kisses me, using my leash to pull me closer to him.

"Are you disappointed that it's me and not Tom?"

"No.  I only want you," I whisper against his neck.

"You are such a beautiful toy.  Such a good girl.  I am going to fuck the shit out of you."

M takes his time before he enters me.  He fucks me with his fingers, his mouth, teases my opening with the head of his cock.  He never lets me suck him, although I practically beg for it.  He pushes just the tip of his cock inside of my cunt before he stops and says;

"You are mine little girl.  You know that if I wish to share you, you must oblige.  Your body belongs to me and I decide who uses it and how.  You do understand that don't you?"

I simply nod my head yes against him, I am so eager for him to fuck me.  The need is primal and urgent.  M fucks me roughly, I come twice within the first several minutes.  He doesn't let up, doesn't allow me anytime to recover.  I begin to cry against him, tears of pure pleasure, tears of joy, tears of fear.  M either doesn't notice or care about my tears, he just fucks me harder.  My cries are louder, unable to control as I cum hard against him, hoping he will never allow another man to use me.

TMI Tuesday

1. How do you feel about giving anal sex (penetration with penis, finger or sex toys)?
a. I love it.
b. I enjoy it.
c. I’m ok with it.
d. I don’t really enjoy it.
e. I don’t enjoy it at all.
f. I have never given anal sex.
g. I have never given anal sex, but would like to start

E and F.  I know it seems strange to answer both, but I've had the opportunity to play with an anus and I just couldn't do it.  The desire to penetrate someone anally just isn't there.  I am also weird about sticking my fingers inside an anus.  Its a huge mental block for me. 

2. How do you feel about receiving anal sex (penetration with penis, finger or sex toys)?
a. I love it.
b. I enjoy it.
c. I’m ok with it.
d. I don’t enjoy it at all.
e. I have never received anal sex.
f. I have never received anal sex, but would like to start.

C and A.  I know, again with the two answers.  I'll explain, if it's fingers inserted anally then the answer is C.  I don't care much for fingers in my ass, I used to HATE it but it's okay at the right moment under the right circumstances.  Now as for penises........I am pretty much a certified ass slut.  Love it! 

3. How do you feel about getting undressed in front of a new lover, for the first time, as he/she watches you?
a. It’s a turn on for me.
b. It turns me on a little bit.
c. I like it, but only because it gets him/her going.
d. It does nothing for me.
e. I don’t like doing it because I am shy.
f. I don’t like doing it because I think its immoral/improper.

A.  I am very shy, so this would be very difficult for me to strip with M really watching me.  He's definitely not a new lover, but it would still make me very nervous but it would surely turn me on.  It always turns me on when he looks at me.     
4. Do you express your sexual pleasure with moans, groans, sighs, and other noises (provided that you are actually turned on)?
a. Yes, each time I have sex (90-100% of the time).
b. Yes, on most occasions (70-89% of the time).
c. Yes, on some occasions (40-69% of the time).
d. Yes, on a few occasions (10-39% of the time).
e. Yes, but only on special occasions (1-9%of the time).
f. Never, not even when I am really turned on.

A.  I make noise just about every time I think, and sometimes I can be downright loud.  I have changed a bit, I used to be very quiet.  I am naturally quiet.  I like being a little more vocal, hell everybody likes feedback.  But sometimes when I am really, really turned on or in subspace I just fall silent.

5. Do you talk to your partner in a sexually explicit way?
a. Talking dirty is one of our favorite activities.
b. Occasionally, I like to talk dirty with my partner, and I do it with ease.
c. I talk dirty with my partner, but it feels awkward.
d. I would like to talk dirty with my partner, but I don’t dare for fear of being judged or ridiculed.
e. I would like to talk dirty with my partner, but she/he isn’t into it.
f. I don’t talk in such a way because I think it is inappropriate.
g. I don’t talk in such a way because I can’t bring myself to do it.

G. 

6. What kind of animal do you most sound like when building to a climax?
a. quiet little mouse
b. low moaning wolf
c. screeching beluga whale

A?  I'm honestly not sure how to answer this but I guess most of the time I lean more towards quiet than loud.  I think?  A mouse seems too quiet, a wolf too loud.  How about a purring cat??



Bonus: Which do you prefer comfort sex or thrill-seeking sex? Why?

Comfort seekers value deep intimacy, quiet engagement and trust over time of familiar relationships. For them sex is best as a safe, loving nurturing space.*
Thrill seekers value wild energy, adventure and novelty; they are willing to try open relationships, testing themselves outside average sexual practices. These folks crave a place to push the boundaries of new experiences.*

Both.  They cannot be mutually exclusive for me.  I can't have truly thrilling, open sex with someone I don't feel a deep intimacy with and trust without a doubt.  I can have good sex with someone who I'm not too familiar with, but I really couldn't take things to the next level without feeling something more.  I need that connection to be able to let go and have that nasty thrilling sex.