Post by irresistibleiris on Jan 26, 2008 23:49:00 GMT 1
Oh guys, did you realise that we are friends for quite some time now? This is my sixth column, for your eyes only! I've been sharing my naughty adventures and it really gives me satisfaction that some of you like to read them. Mmm and how I like to share them with you...
Hey! Did you read that there is a new edition of Boudoir Bizarre coming up? My all time favourite fetish party. The 23rd of February, in the Lexion! I really hope that Master will take me, cause a good slave girl just can't go on her own. But Master keeps telling me how bad I behaved last time and that he's having doubts, serious doubts of taking me. He even suggested to take another girl! Can you imagine? Master going with another girl? That would break my poor heart. But what can I do? I will have to wait and be good. Ah! to wait and be patient! That's so difficulty for me cause I am the most impatient girl on this planet. I didn't have the guts to tell Master that I already bought an outfit for Boudoir Bizarre. Since there is a Valentine theme I couldn't resist buying myself some angels feathers. Together with a bow and arrow and a nice pink corset for sure I will be the sweetest Cupid that you ever saw in your life! (If you ever saw one..)
But how did my column end last month...? Haha, that's what you were all waiting for... You perverts! I was telling you about me and my going to bed ritual. And then, I got a little carried away and I told you, all of you, how I enjoyed watching myself in the mirror. Master didn't call me. He just left me there, waiting by the phone. So you can understand how lonely I felt, can't you? To be completely honest, I felt lonely... And horny. I was just craving for somebody to touch me, hold me, somebody to surrender to.
So, I was saying how I watched myself in the mirror, getting carried away just by the sight of my feet in my satin pumps. The sight of my firm thighs, my pierced nipples, my lips, and my tattooed pussy. How I got carried away? I threw my hair back in my neck and closed my eyes... I opened my thighs a little further and felt how my body reacted. Oh, how I longed for a touch, an embrace, maybe even for some punishment... I really needed some attention! And you know? I need my Master. I don’t just need a lover. I need that special kind of looking after. I felt lonely and needy, and there was nobody there but my big old cat who looked at me with his sweet and silly face.
So I decided that I had to take care of me myself. Didn’t really want to do that but what choice did I have? I started moaning and groaning, my fingers getting warm and moist by the inside of my body, my body opening up to my fingers. My nipples getting hard, my mouth getting dry... And suddenly the doorbell rang! The cat jumped off the bed while I kicked off my satin shoes and ran down the stairs. Tears ran down my cheeks while my body opened up completely, because, the person that was standing there outside, waiting for me to open the door... was... Master !!!
I felt like being in a Hollywood movie, Master carried me up the stairs and laid me down on the bed. He held me, kissed my face and told me that he missed me. His words?
“I missed you, you little slut, now shut up and be obedient”.
Hey! Did you read that there is a new edition of Boudoir Bizarre coming up? My all time favourite fetish party. The 23rd of February, in the Lexion! I really hope that Master will take me, cause a good slave girl just can't go on her own. But Master keeps telling me how bad I behaved last time and that he's having doubts, serious doubts of taking me. He even suggested to take another girl! Can you imagine? Master going with another girl? That would break my poor heart. But what can I do? I will have to wait and be good. Ah! to wait and be patient! That's so difficulty for me cause I am the most impatient girl on this planet. I didn't have the guts to tell Master that I already bought an outfit for Boudoir Bizarre. Since there is a Valentine theme I couldn't resist buying myself some angels feathers. Together with a bow and arrow and a nice pink corset for sure I will be the sweetest Cupid that you ever saw in your life! (If you ever saw one..)
But how did my column end last month...? Haha, that's what you were all waiting for... You perverts! I was telling you about me and my going to bed ritual. And then, I got a little carried away and I told you, all of you, how I enjoyed watching myself in the mirror. Master didn't call me. He just left me there, waiting by the phone. So you can understand how lonely I felt, can't you? To be completely honest, I felt lonely... And horny. I was just craving for somebody to touch me, hold me, somebody to surrender to.
So, I was saying how I watched myself in the mirror, getting carried away just by the sight of my feet in my satin pumps. The sight of my firm thighs, my pierced nipples, my lips, and my tattooed pussy. How I got carried away? I threw my hair back in my neck and closed my eyes... I opened my thighs a little further and felt how my body reacted. Oh, how I longed for a touch, an embrace, maybe even for some punishment... I really needed some attention! And you know? I need my Master. I don’t just need a lover. I need that special kind of looking after. I felt lonely and needy, and there was nobody there but my big old cat who looked at me with his sweet and silly face.
So I decided that I had to take care of me myself. Didn’t really want to do that but what choice did I have? I started moaning and groaning, my fingers getting warm and moist by the inside of my body, my body opening up to my fingers. My nipples getting hard, my mouth getting dry... And suddenly the doorbell rang! The cat jumped off the bed while I kicked off my satin shoes and ran down the stairs. Tears ran down my cheeks while my body opened up completely, because, the person that was standing there outside, waiting for me to open the door... was... Master !!!
I felt like being in a Hollywood movie, Master carried me up the stairs and laid me down on the bed. He held me, kissed my face and told me that he missed me. His words?
“I missed you, you little slut, now shut up and be obedient”.
