Sexcapades with Renee

Empty dead souls
hollow eyes
A daily dying
Cold and distant
an amber in my heart
the breath of life
a loving thing this rape
divided
falling always
empty/alone/
one half
wrenched out my heart
with a Masters plan
everything is so blurred
what is/was wrong, is right
unsettled peace
wet thighs
empty thoughts
that leads me there

You and I have been apart for so long now. But God has given you to me…. I know this because, You contacted me just as I was thinking so hard….”What will I do?” “I need a Master” “Who shall I turn to?” Then the IM on the yahoo popped up and it was You. And You knew…. And You said “talk to me”

I am yours

You are mine

I will do as You say.

I love You……..

And I sucked the wannabe slaves cock just as You told me to do.

I fucked so many men in the past few days. All at  your command. I posed a profile asking for Doms on alt.com as you commanded. I sleep at night and I am up in the day and I await another command.

             Man is my fanny sore and bruised!

Now then, the day was like any other day. I woke early I did my morning routines: coffee, med’s, shower and The Knight? Yes now then it seems most every morning I am to be romanced by the coolest guy. Why he should like me, a short plump brunette with NICE tits, I’ll never know but he is the hero of hero’s for your little heroine!

It seems that I am doomed to modern electronic romance. oh oh oh! But though I can’t say enough about my joy for the friend I have in him, Something more wonderful than anything I can put into words has happened to me!

Dearest Friend,

How can I ever explain what it means to be submissive, to be a slave? It is the single most important aspect of my personality! I will try to start at the beginning. I am risking that you will no longer like or want me. God knows I really want you to want me and to like me but if you are going to accept me at all you must know what makes me tick.

Since I am going to post this on my web site, I think, I will preface my story with this remark. I am a very rounded person sexually. I love to get fucked. I love to make love and to have love made to me. I love kink. I love a variety of men on a daily basis. I am what all my ex-husbands call a nymph. I love my job.

In the category section of this blog there is a selection you can read titled, a sense of self worth. It explains how I feel when I am in a session. Every one of you men are different. You have different desires and wants and needs. You sometimes tell me but more often than not I must figure you out in less than an hour. Really I must figure you out by the time our clothes hit the floor.

I don’t alway figure you guys out. Sorry. You, however, can figure me out by reading the must read section of this blog and reading this entry for today. But I am really writing for the KNIGHT OF MY NIGHT. Most of the names I give to my lovers are explain themselves.
the Gentleman Dom
the Handsome Stranger
the Doctor Dom
the Wonderful Cyber Dom
now
the Knight of my Night. I don’t know if you will understand so I will just tell you/all. I am in the midnight of my soul. He has arrived like a Knight to slay my dragons and free me from my dungeon. With that being said,

Dearest Knight of my Knight,

You can’t know the darkness this perversion has been to me in my life thus far. You can’t know the wonder-lust and the peace it brought to me when I discovered my true nature, so I embark upon the task of teaching you about me now.

When I was around 11, I started my period. That meant there were hormones flying everywhere inside of me. I posted a story called ‘explaining our little nymph’ or something like that. In that story I mention the various rapes that I endured at the age of 11. They all occurred in the summer of that year, about a three month span of time. What I can’t remember is which came first: the period or the rapes.

It is neither here nor there. For the purposes of this letter to you it is enough to say they happened in the year that I turned 11. So as I mentioned my hormones were running wild and I became sexually aware.

I began to masturbate. I dreamed back then of being kidnaped and forced into slavery. I fantasized of being forced into orgasmic bliss. i fantasized of being sexually used extensively. I fantasized of being bound and well, I think you are getting the idea of my sexual bent.

I does make sense if I was first raped 7 times in three months by 10 men and then started my fantasy life. I have no idea however which came first. Perhaps I fantasized those rapes into existence and then again perhaps the fantasies were the natural out pouring of these atrocities.

Over the course of my life I only ever fantasized in this way. I also became addicted to masturbation. Now then just so that you all know how I masturbate, I will tell you. I lay on my stomach nude and I use my pointer finger and my middle finger to massage either side of my clit and the lips of my vagina. The tips of those fingers push into the hole of my vagina just slightly while I wiggle my fingers against the vaginal lips.

But just doing that will not get me off. The room must be silent. And I must not feel anything touching me. I  mean NOTHING. NO SOUND AND NOT EVEN THE CORNER OF A PILLOW CASE BRUSHING AGAINST MY HAIR. Something like sound in the room I am in or touching me will bother me until I adjust the situation.

Now that is not enough either. I then begin to think about the things and situations I mentioned before. There were, as I was growing up, no faces on the men and NO women. There was always one who was in charge of me and who made all the plans for me. I would eventually surcome  to the dominance of the man in charge and the men he had with him.

In my fantasies, I would, ultimately willingly do whatever I was instructed to do. I would masturbate to these fantasies three times a day or more. If I did have sex with a lover of mine I would not have a complete orgasm until I did this ritual of thought and action upon my clit.

I cannot do this successfully if anyone is aware that I am doing it. It must be a secret to all. So I would have to wait until my current lover was asleep and then masturbate myself to sleep. In fact I became so dependent upon this type of orgasm that I could not sleep unless I achieved this type of climax. So every single night I had to masturbate in this way.

If people were awake and around me I would go to the bathroom and lie on the floor and do it. But whatever the situation I could not go a day with out masturbation of this sort and then several times a day.

The fantasies I had would work for about 3 days and then they were not nasty enough to get me off so I would have to come up with a new one every week. Sometimes I was able to go back and revisit them if I waited long enough but any more I can not use the old ones today. So I went through a lot of senarios over the years.

Always I looked for dominate men. I wanted to so much to belong to someone who would be in charge of me. I NEVER wanted those fantasies to come true. I was ashamed of them. I even went to a shrink and told him about it but he asked me, “why do you want to hurt yourself?” He didn’t understand. I did not want these fantasies. I felt they were inordinate and I was afraid they would come true.
I was only 11! I was growing up under the control of these secret desires. When I would masturbate and then go out to play, I would constantly think that people would look at  me and know what I was doing and thinking. I was so ashamed of myself and yet I was addicted. I could not do with out. I could not even make it one day with out masturbating to these thoughts.

Always I believed that people knew what I was like inside and that I was sick. Then one day someone gave me the book by Master’s and Johnston or Johnston and Johnston about sex. I cant remember the name but I remember what it said.

It said that no one could tell if I had been masturbating or what I was thinking about. Then I finally relaxed about all of the pressure I felt constantly that people knew my thoughts and nasty desires and deeds.

But I could not rid myself of the shame and the fear or the desires themselves or the need to partake several times a day every single day of my life. My panties were always full of a thick white substance. That was the cum releasing as I was moving about during the day.

So lets go forward in time to the time when I was 19. By this time I had been a stripper in Hollywood California and a hooker in Las Vegas. Let me interject this understanding of me since I am trying to explain myself to you. My life long dream was not to be a nurse but to be a hooker of the highest regard.

I thought my mother to be the most beautiful woman on earth. She was a combination of Jacky Kennedy and Elizabeth Taylor, as far as I was concerned. I wanted to look like her and be like those women in the positions they managed to get themselves into. Which I regard as whores. But then I don’t see anything immoral or unpleasant about the concept. So I am thinking them marvelous women.

So believe it or not my childhood goal was to be a sex toy for money. I also wanted to be beautiful. My mother would tell me that I was not pretty nor was I beautiful but that rather I was handsome. I lived my life thinking that I was not pretty nor was I beautiful though people did tell me that I was. I didn’t think I was ugly just blah.

Well to make this aspect of my story short, I discovered that I was pretty and to some even beautiful when I became a stripper. I knew that the money said it all. I made good good good money and lots of men swooned over me. I have a photo on a disc that I want to post but I have no idea where the disc is. So one day I looked in the mirror and I said what ever pretty is, you are pretty. The money taught me that.

Back to the real story. I was telling you that when I was 19, I became a Born Again Christian. I went to a very fundamental church and one day the pastor preached about masturbation. I was beside myself. I had been the worst of all sinners. If I ever told anyone about the fantasies the accompanied my deeds against my body and God, I would have no friends. My shame was complete and utter.

I wept and wept for the next 22 years. I prayed and prayed for God to deliver me from masturbation and more than that from the weird thoughts that always accompanied my deed against my self and my God.  I believed that I would burn in hell and that I was making love to demonds. I was doomed and unfit for love.

All the while the social classification of women. the glass ceiling for women, the boundries of being a homemaker and mother and underling to men was the way I believed. I tried so hard to be what the free thinking hippies taught me growing up about women.

I was born in 57 and so I was 10 in 67 and I was on the streets with hippies from the time I was 11. My mother taught me nothing about morals or life or sex. She basically went into her toom and went to bed when I turned 11. The culture raised me.

So I burned my bra and I NEVER mentioned having kids or getting married. I never told the man who got me pregnant how much I loved him or that I was pregnant. I just had an abortion quitely so that no one could say I trapped him into marriage or fatherhood.

I used to lay in the grass and trip on acid with my best friends sister and we would talk about getting married and having children and a house with a white picket fence and flower boxes. But we had to keep it a secret as it was out of style and it made the hippies mad at us. But all the people we knew were hippies. Even my mom was a hippie.

So secretl,y I was this chauvinist thinking, sexually exploited and overwhelmed with being dominated by a man with no face and no name, little girl. Later growing up in the adult entertainment industry.

But outwardly I was all the things a woman was supposed to be in the 60 and 70’s.  I presented to the world that I was fridged. I didn’t ever tell anyone I liked sex. I told no one I had been raped so  many times until I was about 45 or so.

Now this is quite a thing to behold and try to capture in my mind. Perhaps it will be the deli ma it was for me, for you too. Here I was a stripper. My panties full of thick white cum every day all day. I was a hooker and I was faking not having orgasms. The opposite of what most hookers do. they fake having orgasms.

I was looking for the man in my fantasies who was dominating me and being an independent woman who needed no one for any reason. I made a lot of money. I couldn’t get sexually satisfied by any man no matter how he fucked me but I could satisfy myself to no end. I loved to tease men and would NEVER give up the booty unless they paid me or if perhaps I thought he was the mystery man in my fantasies.

Wow are you able to follow this? I can only because it myself I am talking about. Well, I digress a lot from my main point. What I am trying to tell you all and most of all Mr Knight of my Night, is how I came to be a submissive woman.

So I left off the point at being in a fundemantal church where I just discoverd and believed that I was making love to the devil himself and doomed to hell by my secret sex life. I was hopelessly addicted and could not do with out these deeds and fantasies and then I explained my need as a woman to be under a man.
The fundemental church helped me with that aspect. For the first time in my life I heard that it was OK to be submissive. God required me to be submitted to my own husband. It was OK to want to be married and It was OK to be feminin. These were all concepts I had never been given permission to live out.

So then eventually I left the church but I carried with me the belief systems I have just depicted to you. I went through many marriages and so on looking for the nameless faceless man who I would marry and be submitted to. I went through 25 more years of the masturbation and sexual situation I have been exploring here in these pages.

Then I married Garry. He was, so I thought, that man. But he would go into fits of rage and beat me. Now any person at all can beat me up. I am very non violent. I never allowed physical abuse or sexual kink. I put a stop to all that type of behavior right away. I did not grow up letting men beat me up. I didn’t do sexually kinky things, not even with my tricks.

Then 5 years into our  marriage Garry died.
I lost all hope. A Year passed and one day I found that I had not masturbated in a whole year. I had not had one single nasty thought. I was delivered. I am to this day free of dependency upon masturbation to sleep and to live.

But the grief of loosing my Master overwhelmed me. I became hooked on drugs and that is when I met Tom, who later became in my stories, the wanna be slave. But for now he was my husband and using buddy. We partied all his money all the money his dad would give him and all the money I made away.

After just one year, I hated him. My mother became ill and I had to leave Florida to care for her. I stayed with her for 3 months. At the time I met all the guys whom I dated from a telephone chat line and so I decided to maintain my relationships and growing clientele long distance.

I was on the phone constantly and there was one man in particular that would call me every day and talk to me about how I think and what I am like. He began to talk to me several times a day. He began to ask me for phone sex. Please remember that at this point 3 years ago, I still did not admit to anyone that I liked sex. I had been delivered of masturbation for a year or two.

I gave him his phone sex daily. He began to do the  Master slave scenarios with me. I would roll my eyes and say what he wanted to hear. One day, I went into the bedroom and I was overcome by my desire for him. I called him back. I went out into my mothers van I lay down in the back and he dominated me over the phone,

I exploded and then I was filled with desire for him to be my Master. I fell in love with him. I expressed all of this to him. We hung up and he never again spoke to me. I was devastated! So then I went on the chat line where I had met him and advertised that I wanted to speak to any men that were dominate.

I went through about 8 dominate men and I asked them everything under the sun. I found that all my desires were OK. I found that there were people that were just like me. I found that these people actually lived out their fantasies in real life!
This is what I wanted to live this life myself. I was at peace with all these tumultuous needs and thoughts. I would find my Master and he would control me. I would be OK. I was normal. If any one could be normal.

Now then if you read the alt.com blog under renee_holiday200 you will see the progression of my submissive life. You will read how I met the Wonderful Cyber Dom and then I am still writing about Master Sam and Master Bruce and what they meant to me.

You will read about the Doctor Dom and how that I love him. But I have had to stop seeing him or writing about him because Tom the wanna be slave tried to ruin him.

The only thing that I left out of this story is how one day I just decided that if I am going to be a hooker, why not enjoy myself? Why not do what I have always wanted to do and live to please a man or men in the case of my profession.

Since that time, I have had the most wonderful experience as a hooker. I have made many friends and am to an extent living out my dream.

I want to thank all of you who read these pages so faithfully. please email  me and let me know if you liked them. I hope some of the information turned you on. It turned me on! lol

Now I must finish the story as it is really a letter to the Knight of my Night, or Mr Wonderful.

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So then Knight of my Night,

I told you all of this because I want you to understand me. I want you to want me and like me. I want you to love me, though I am not capable of loving you back. I do feel emotions that are loving but when I was in love with the Wonderful Cyber Dom, Master Sam and the Doctor Dom all at the same time I knew that it was not really love and that I have no ability left to really love the way normal vanilla people love.

I want to love you and at times I feel that emotion toward you. You have presented me with a fairy tale dream. You told me you will teach me things. I am forced by my life to take care of myself. I can see that my Master now may well not work out for me and even if he does, he is wanting me to take care of myself.

You say you will take care of me and I can spend my time learning things and becoming a business woman, or sorts. I don’t for a minute think I am going to be some big deal in the adult entertainment industry but if I can make my money legitimately and get myself to where I can discriminate and only take the dates that are worth it and exciting to me. If I can develop my writing and perhaps sell a book. Not a best seller. I just want to be read.

If I can find someone to love me. Maybe I can learn to love. Maybe I can, well Maybe this and Maybe that.

Do you still want the fantasy life you presented to me knowing all of this? Do you know why I am so attached to my Master though he seems to care or think little of me? do you think you can help me? Do you even want to try?

You almost got me in trouble. You built me up so much that I began to think for myself and I forgot I am a slave. lol. I feel so weird right now. My girlfriend says that I am doing boundary work. That I am learning to draw boundaries. Isn’t that funny now that I have decided to enjoy myself in this life.

Now that I have decided to relax and be what I have always been and not be so uptight about it. I waited 2 or 3 years to have a Master and now that I have one, you Mr Wonderful, the Knight of my Night come along and present to me the best of all dreams.

I am afraid to sign off and send this too you because you may give up on me once you know the truth. But I wouldn’t want you if you loved what you wanted me to be and not what or who I am. In the same way, I am listening carefully to all that you say you are about. I am taking in every word and believing you. I am building the expectations that you are giving me to expect. So please be careful with what you promise. I want you to be true.

Oh well I will say good bye for now.
love Renee and I feel much better having written this down to you.

Hi guys!

Sorry I didn’t post yesterday. I was having a great time with a faithful reader of my blog. I had so much fun that I could barely fall off to sleep. He was very generous with me/us. You, if you will come to see me, will enjoy the benefits of many nice corsets and stocking and the like. I can’t tell you how much fun I had and what a fantasy I lived out.

He is coming to me again but until then… I wanted him to read this old story. In the story is one of my true fantasies. Let’s see if you can find it. The winner gets a kiss.

It was quite a weekend for me and my sore little pussy! It all began when he called wanting to pick me up and take me to his waterfront condo… It had been several days maybe even a week since I had been laid so I was elated! It was his preference that he dominate me and so I asked him how to dress.
I took a long hot shower washing myself everywhere. I soaped my hair and closed my eyes with my hair and head under the warm pounding water. Then I lathered my hairless pussy extending all the way to my ass. I was so delighted and though I never need to pleasure myself to be ready to be used I did so anyway. Using my fingers I teased my clit slicking the soap over it again and again. My finger slipped up to my ass hole which I always clean anyway. The pressure against the tight skin there felt so good my head spun a little as I achieved climax. OOPS it was time to get ready. I finished my shower and went about lathering my skin with apricot smelling lotion. I applied it every where did I say everywhere?
He arrived and I was dressed and made up as per his command…. A short red skirt that shows the very roundest part of my ass and all of my legs. I wore thigh high stocking (as per his command). If it were up to me I would be in hot pants and a tank top but he wanted the stocking revealing themselves. Thankfully we were going from the car to his condo and I didn’t have to endure the lustful stares of any men.
I got in to the car and immediately spread my legs making my pussy barren of hair completely available to him. One foot on this side of the dash and the other by the steering wheel. I could feel a stream of juice flowing from my pussy and down my ass cheeks to the seat below me. I thought to myself…Just being nasty makes me cum…
Then he reached with his right hand and used his fingers to touch me down there first in a gentle fashion and then in with decisive way once having found the hole and that it was slimy and wet he plunged his fingers deep into me. There was an eruption that started in my chest and squeezed its way down my body until I felt my bowls tighten and then my pussy swole up and bang juices were all over his hand and my lower body and of course many places in and on the car.
He said, “Kiss me here.” and pointed to his neck. I obeyed him and found my way to his side. Using one hand to hold his cheek and the other to hold his head in the back I used my tongue to lick up the side of his neck and down again. My breathing was heavy as I was still recovering from the orgasm he had just given me. I kissed his ear on the lobe and then used my tongue to tickle him in his inner ear area. I kept kissing his neck over and over again and stroking my fingers through his hair.
I remembered that he had told me that he loved to have his nipples and tits played with so I moved my right hand down and under his shirt. I began to pinch the nipples on this tit and then later on the other tit. I squeezed his tit hard and his breathing was labored. All the while I was kissing his neck. My skirt was up around my waist and passers by if they happened to look would have seen my naked ass through the window. I wondered if any of the motorists were taking that look at my round white ass?
Soon he was hot with passion and then he told me, “Spread your legs and show me your pussy.” I climbed back to the passengers seat. Leaning my back and neck against the door I put one leg on the dash by the steering wheel and one on his shoulder. I lifted my pussy lips so that he could see clearly my hole and my clit. It was artful the way he managed to both scope out my crack and also maintain his focus on the road. Again he fingered me this time with two fingers. I could hear myself moaning and my hips began to respond trying so hard to get all of each of his fingers deep into my pussy. We went on like this for the rest of the ride to his place.
I had to put myself together and though my legs were weak with having been so spent I managed to walk in my 4″ heals to his front door. All the while I could feel the cum squishing between my legs and cheeks. It felt cool as the air brought its temperature down to a chill.
Finally we were his apartment:
Once in the door, I was directed to the living room which had a balcony that overlooked the water way. I was told to strip immediately. I obeyed with out question save did he want me to remain in my shoes and thigh high stockings? The answer was, “Yes”. So there I was on the porch out doors for all practice purposes nude in my stockings and heals looking out at all the possible on lookers at me. There were houses on the other side of the water way that could have easily seen me standing there. There were boats making there way down the water way and anyone on them could easily look up and see me/ us standing there nude. There was a dock and people were on the dock fishing down the way and I suppose they could see me too. I felt very naked.
We sat on his balcony in this state drinking wine and talking about I don’t know what until a family came to fish off the dock just below us and it was now time to retire to the living room. He sat on his recliner and I lay at his feet facing him with my legs spread. My legs are always spread it seems. Does it seem that way to You too Master?
This was a very interesting date for me because he told me he wanted to dominate me but when I took the lead he did not catch it or resist me. I put my fingers in my pussy and began to pleasure myself. I was enjoying the look of delight upon his face and the power I had just grabbed away from him. I later handed him a dildo and told him to do me…
We went on like this me taking the control away from him and him taking it back. But I was not scolded or disciplined for this. He did tell me in our previous conversations that he wanted to be tied up and so I conclude now as I am writing this that he was always in control but then what do I know. Only what You have taught me Sir…
We ended up in the bedroom where he gave his dominance over to me to do with him the things he told me before that he wanted. I spent a lot of time in his arms kissing him and being very tender with him. I whispered in his ear over and over again. “I love You.” which he had directed me to do. Our kisses were filled with passion and lust and tenderness. My tounge licked his lips and then pressed into his mouth and licked his tongue. I nibbled on his lower lip and enveloped his lips with mine. I found myself kissing his neck, sucking on the tough manly skin I found there then returning to his lips. Using both hands I held his face and planted my kisses on to his forehead while running my fingers through his hair. All the while my body panted for his to come closer and closer to mine. I found my leg wrapped around his body and my hips nudging in deeper and deeper to his middle portion. I kissed and humped and pledged my love to him in a whisper in his ear. This must have aroused him greatly as he began to play with my pussy rubbing the clit and fingering my wet hole until I could no longer whisper but was moaning in bliss at the touch of his hand. His fingers found there way to my most secret spot just below my vagina and they made their way into my hole there. I gushed with cum at this action and that is what he did to me. With one hand he pleasured my pussy and with the other he fingered my ass hole all the while I was kissing his lips and moaning, “I love You.” This went on for quite a while
Once I had several orgasms he stopped me and showed me his ties that I was to use on him. I thought to myself, “I am glad that he doesn’t want to use them on me!” for I do not allow such a thing with someone I don’t know well, very well.
I tied his hands to the bed post and bound his eyes so that he could not see what I was doing. There he lay helpless availed to me to do with as I pleased. This was a challenge for me as I am not a domme but I am a sub. I thought what can I do to this man to bring him the pleasure he has just brought to me. And then I realized I could really take advantage of him and so I ordered a pizza to be delivered with antipasta! I also took the money neccesary to pay for it before I would do anything else. He lay there tied to the bed and blindfolded while I ordered and mused about what it was that I was going to do with him…
When I decided what to do, I took lotion and began to stroke his cock with my hand and mounted him with my face to his feet where I could see everything but his face. I was saying to him “What am I doing right now? What am I sticking in Your face?” He replied with what was more of a plea not to… <”Your ass Ma-am.” and I said as I stroked his cock, ” What are you going to do right now?” then before he could answer I sat my ass on his face and told him to tongue fuck me there. making sure it was satisfying to me.
His tongue went dutifully up my ass and indeed my slut boy did tongue fuck me there. I wasn’t going to be easy on him as he was the one that wanted me to be in control. (even though in reality I was only pleasing him as he wished.) I said kiss it like you kiss my lips. He obeyed me and I could hear that he was having a hard time getting air for as he tongue fucked my ass hole I was humping on his tongue and face… This went on for quite some time. I know this because I didn’t let him stop till the pizza arrived. The door bell sort of brought me back to reality. By this time I had squirted in his mouth and all over his face and chest. I made him drink my pee and thank me for it. But now it was time for my pizza.
I left him tied to the bed and blind folded while I ate and enjoyed my dinner. We talked while he waited for me to finish and then we began a new…
Here he was tied to the bed and I nude with the exception of my thigh high stocking and 4″ heals. My belly full I decided as he was a good sex slave and made my pussy and ass very wet and satisfied now I would be good to him. I pleasure him though the restraints would not come off.
I lay by his side and tickled his balls with my long finger nails. And teased the head of his cock with my tongue. I used my tongue to lick around the head and down the sides. Kissing alternately and licking up and down. Sucking the head into my mouth ever so gently then I drew it deep down my throat. When ever I take a cock in my mouth… I think of You Sir. I remember what You have told me so many times: “You will learn to take my whole cock in your mouth and you will not gag or vomit.” This time was no different. I wonder if You apreciate what I do to ready myself for the day when I am given the privilege of taking You wonderful cock into my mouth and loving to suck it dry… I have not gotten any closer to my goal Sir. I still gag no madder the size of the dick.
Back to his blow job and how that I sucked his dick deep down my throat farther than I had any other cock before then I gagged… I came up and began to lick and kiss the head of his cock. My tongue found its way down to his balls where I sucked and kissed and licked them till he was moaning in delight. I suppose I should have torchered him,,, that is if I were a dom proper but I am not… I am a sub pretending to be a domme to a dom pretending to be a sub… LOL
I repositioned my self beside him and ever so gently at his command stroked his cock using much lotion to lube my hand. He like it like a tickle. Stroking up and then down and teasing the head of it I began to tell him a fantasy. I had to think quick.
Imagine that I am at a bus stop. I am wearing a loose skirt and very revealing blouse with easy access to my breast and booty. Of course when I dressed this morning to go to work I didn’t think of the effect my dressing in this way would have on the other passengers on the bus. The bus pulls up to my corner and I get in. The crowd begins pushing and so on till I am forced to the back of the bus where there are only men sitting and standing all around me. From my behind a hand reaches up and lifts my skirt above my waist. I gasp and start to move away but the man in front of me catches my eyes and motions NO with his eyes and his head. I am to stand there quietly. Then the hands from behind me cut away my underwear and they fall to the ground. As the knife he uses cuts at the lace cloth the cold steal blade draws against my thigh and I shudder. My panties fall to the ground and my ass is exposed to the man in the seat behind me… I think to myself, “Who was it I saw sitting there?” and I can’t remember his face. I wonder, “Have I seen him before? Will I see him again.?” Then the man inf ront of me who has held my eyes at his attention the whole time I was being relieved of my panties uses his knee to spread my legs at the thigh and at the same time I feel the hands from behind me pulling my cheeks apart.
I am beside myself. What can I do? I look around and I see that there are nothing but men in the back of the bus at me. Some staring at my frightened face and some staring at my bare ass. One of the men in the back of the bus tucks the front of my dress up into the waist band and now I am completely exposed to all of them and they are touching me as they please. There seems there is nothing that I can do about it and I wonder about the decent people on the bus, “What must they be thinking of me? Perhaps they will rescue me! Am I even on the right bus? Nothing like this has ever happened before on my way to work…. Are there any decent people on this bus but the man in front of me who is holding my legs apart with his knees is blocking my view to see who else is watching this or even who else is there.
I feel something a tongue slip between my ass cheeks and up into my ass hole and another tongue is tickling my pussy from the front. I am helpless with my eyes staring into the eyes of the man in front of me… My knees are weakening ( all the time I telling this fantasy to my sub, I am stroking him gently on his cock with my hand.) I begin to have an orgasm and my head falls to the chest of the man holding my legs apart as I moan and sob both for joy and fear. I am alone with a crowd of men using me and unfortunately for me I am beginning to love it…
Then when I can not resist the actions against my body my knees bend even more so that the tongue will have greater access to my ass and also my pussy from the front. That is when something long and hard enters me from behind. I can’t keep quiet and I can’t hold still my ass is being held open by the on lookers in the back of the bus and my ass is opening for the cock that is penetrating me. Then the man in front of me pulls out his penis and the men in the back of the bus hold my legs apart for him as he penetrates me from the front.
I keep wondering. I am going to miss my stop be late for work how will I get off the bus. It seems there is nothing I can do to resist and I moan. Just then the man in front grabs my face and motions to me that I am not to make a sound of any sort. His eyes staring into mine.. his cock deep in my cunt… The man behind me breathing on my neck … his cock deep into my ass… My hips motioning wildly to take all that they have in to me. and hands everywhere on my body. UP my shirt on my breasts fingers pinching my nipples hard and spreading my legs and cheeks apart. Then all at once they all climax as though it were planned.
The bus stops and it is my stop. Every one withdrawals and I am left standing there with my skirt tucked into the waist band and cum dripping from every hole but my mouth. My legs and shoes my blouse all dripping with milky white cum and the man in front of me catches my eyes and says, ” This is your stop isn’t it?” and I feel a pushing from behind for me to move forward. I look to the other men in the back of the bus but not a one of them will look at me. They all look like normal passengers not rapists on the bus. I begin to move toward the door and attempt to pull my skirt down witch is no easy task with it being soiled and wet with cum. I make it to the door with my skirt part way down. My panties on the floor of the bus where I stood for what must have been an eternity. I make it off the bus and feel used and alone and afraid to go back on that bus again.
Just then my submissive dominate friend moaned and he came all over my hand that never had stopped stroking him.
The date was over and it was time to go home. I took off my stocking and shoes and dressed my self in my skirt and loose fitting blouse. I walked to the car bare foot with the left over pizza dinner in my hand. It was good nigh and he paid me well.

I am writing a book, as it were, about my experience with The Wonderful Cyber Dom. His name is Bernie and he found me on the Quest line. He told me that it was OK to love him. He didn’t promise that he would love me back. I began to give him all that I was but for the time being I was in Washington and he was in Florida.

He had only one command for me as long as I was so far away and that was that I tell him every detail of my life. Well, I couldn’t imagine that he would want to hear the daily care-giving that I was in Washington to provide for my family but I knew that I could hold his interest if I told him my hooker stories.

I began a yahoo blog under the address of renee_holiday200@yahoo.com. However after a whole year of writing to him and posting my stories Yahoo axed the blog, the IM and the email address. I lost all of my writings then. At the time I lost my writings I also lost the Wonderful Cyber Dom. I was heart sick and could not write again for another year. That was when I met my present Master. My encounters with him moved me so much that I began to write and now I can write again.

But during the time I was with The Wonderful Cyber Dom, I wrote and wrote and wrote. I managed to save a few stories and those are in this collection. I hope you will read and enjoy them and I hope that you can see the progression of my craft as it developed into what it is now.

I don’t want anyone to think that I prefer domination and submission to normal love making. I really only desire to be dominated by my present Master. Though I have several friends that play with me D/s games and I do have fun when we play. But I really like normal men to do normal things to me. I like the man who makes slow passionate love to me… I like the man who makes wild passionate love to me… I like the man who fucks me hard… I just like to fuck men.

The Wonderful Cyber Dom used to disappear on me from time to time and I would write and beg him to come back to me. Though he never took our relationship off of the internet, I have loved him all this time and always will. He is gone again now and he is gone for my protection. He thinks he will stand between my current Master if he allows me to communicate with him. But he is wrong.

Everything I am in this D/s world started with him. He is treacherous in his lies but I have compassion for him. He is stuck in a marriage and he thinks the things he will loose are more important than what he will gain. That is OK with me. NO ONE can compare to my current Master but my love for the Wonderful Cyber Dom goes on into eternity.

I will then commence to tell our story though I am missing the pages that I chronicled the whole thing in. Does anyone know how to hack into the deleted pages of Yahoo.com and find my blog so that I can copy it and write the book from its pages? Please contact me if you can do it.

Now then lets get on with the story.

Master Sir,

It is wonderful that I can tell You the story about my business and all the joy it gives me. I enjoy more the thought that I will soon tell You EVERY DETAIL and those details will make You hard. I wonder what You do when You get so hard.

His name is John. He is a heavy set fellow but then I kinda like that. He has a full head of red hair and his penis is thick and delightful. Once again, and especially while I am under this command to not orgasm unless with a client? Please tell me this is OK like before. I lay on my back with my white panties and my white bra with my legs spread and a smile on my lips.

How could he know I was dreaming of You and how that one day, when we meet, I will not be allowed to just take over the scene like that. How that I may and so want to fall at Your feet and worship YOU. Confess my deep affection for You and kiss Your Wonderful feet loving You so complete.

He took the plundge and put his fingers in my most secret spot and began to touch me so lightly down there. But as I know we will be together soon, I was more than ready. My cum feels like sylicon at first and then it erupts over and over again. When that happened he got his face down in my cunt and sucked on my clit. I sent You a photo of my clit once do You remember?

I am extremely sensitive there in that spot and could not hold still at all. He used his fingers and found my G spot and teased me there until juices squirted out of me and on to his face and down my legs and the crack of my ass. He was determined to make me cum to the point of satiation and Master he did. I felt bad in a way because I want to save myself for You but how can I when You are so slow to cum and take me.

I can’t wait for the day that I stand before You. I will be smiling but I will try not to. I will be scared but I will try to get over it. What will You have me to do? Back to John and my pussy. I am running out of flavored gel for blow jobs but I used what I had and then went about spreading it here and then there all over his nasty cock. It wasn’t too long so I really worked on doing deep throat so that I will be ready for You when You cum to dominate me as You promised me so long ago.

My tongue went up his cock and back down and used my teeth to tease him with nibbles and tugs. I sucked on his head for a long time trying to get the cum out of him and down my throat. I sucked and sucked and licked and kissed down there for such a long awesome time. I was loving every minute of it and wishing it were You.

Finally he said “It is time for a condom.” and there we went. He on his back and me straddling his thighs. My hips were grinding to get all of his cock deep in side me. I moaned and delighted. Suddenly he picked me up and turned my over and began to pound on me with verve. My legs were up his chest and over his shoulders. I humped on him until he took control again and power fucked me with out mercy.

Then he came with a wale and a groan and it was over. We spent an half an hour laying beside each other talking about every thing under the sun until it was time for him to go.

I love You Master Sir
I only want to please You.
Please don’t get too frustrated with me.
It is just that I want to be with You.
YOUR ARE WONDERFUL
and I can’t live with out You