When she calls me her pretty little whore, pretty little slut who needs to be fucked so nice and hard and beg for it, with all the nice bruises it's so good. Lately, she's been rougher. Treats me like a pretty possession, pretty fuck toy who looks so good on her knees and in as little as possible. Tight corsets, fishnets, boots and more than that, a collar. It's so nice and tight, clipped to a lead. I've never felt pretty or sexy, but I do, being her slut.

Clamps - oh damn, it's so good, the pain/pleasure and the way they stretch, when I'm tied the right way and it pleases her, to be able to play with me. To run a whip over my back, let the strokes fall, while I'm tied and pleasing her and the way she's so damn good with a knife, as well as a whip, crop or ropes. Gags and silence, displayed as a possession - tied, gagged, filled and fucked with toys. Liking so much to please her, wanting to be a good little slut, good little pet. And what she whispers in my ear, when she fucks me.

I was surprised at how easy it was, to fall in to this, even as I could feel myself blushing shyly, still self conscious. Fishnet stockings, attached by suspenders to a corset that hugs me, wonderfully tight. I haven't yet traced the curves and lines of that tattoo that is to be on my back but it's an easy daydream, to ponder the way the paintbrush will feel, dragging across bare skin, shaping this particular mark. Kneeling here, waiting, self conscious without a skirt, hair falling around my shoulders...

Pushed over a bench, almost violently but your hands are gentle, even as the cuffs around my wrists and ankles are snapped shut, against the spreader bars. I can blush, outside in at the picture I must make at that moment, a restrained and collared girl, arching her back as a whip is trailed across her body, as the riding crop does it's work, leaves lines across my back. Hand roughly twined in my hair, pulled back and kissed, until I can only gasp, yearning for more. Sucking on your strap on, gasping, as the collar around my neck adds to the tightness. Then one hand, cupped around one breast, touching, pincing as the other hand moves lower, slides fingers inside me. Smiles, at how wet I already am. Fucking me, hands rough on my breasts, whispering in to my ear, leaning down to kiss me. Cuffs dettached from the bars, but still attached to me, turned over and pushed over, on to the bed and fucked again, still tied, biting and kissing your way down my body.

And then a lead, attached to the collar around my neck and I can't believe how good it feels. Another kiss, drawing blood from a bitten lip, toys slid inside me, attached firmly. Stretched clamps, on clit and nipples. And I'm on a lead, again in front of the mirror. "Doesn't it feel good, pretty girl, being such a good little fucktoy, good little slave." I don't think you expect an answer, as I look in the mirror at this slave girl, collared and corseted and again, I'm almost scared by how much I want this. About the moan, about how wet I am, feeling the dagger you now hold, ghost across my skin as I lick your boots, lick and kiss my way up your body, as I'm pushed against the wall and fucked again, with more whispers, about dungeons, tracing the new tattoo on my back, later, in bed, curled around you, collar still around my neck.

 Dancing in a club, held tightly with a collar around my neck and knowing that I'd do anything you wanted. My head, pulled against you as my throat is marked with small bruises from bites. And then, pushed against the wall and thoroughly kissed, enough to draw blood and taste it on my lips. Then been pulled outside, by the chain attached to my collar and knowing that when we walked inside again, I'd kiss your boots, working my way up as a riding crop travelled over my back and one hand is twined in my hair. And knowing, above all that I'm owned and marked. 

And then later, leaning my face in to your hand, I'm kissed even as your other hand tightens around my hip, leaving a bruise as you push me on to the bed, let your boots trace a path up and down my legs, as you twine them around mine and then make sure my hands are cuffed.
Just tracing the scars this time, pressing in to them and pulling my collar even tighter, as you play with me, bring me just to the edge but not quite over it. Making me beg for it, spreading my legs to fuck me hard, as you explore my breasts and nipples with your tongue, biting and tracing patterns.

Or counting the marks from the cane, as they cover my body. One for every stare, every glance, to reaffirm who I belong to, who I'm owned by, while I carefully let my hands and tongue run over your boots, caressing the leather, as another hand roughly twines around my hair, pulling me closer. Letting me know that I belong at your feet, with a collar linked to a chain, your fingers in my hair. 

(And some things I already posted on fetish confess)

I've got clamps on my nipples and clit, connected by a chain. Roughly held against you, I moan as one hand reaches down, cuts away my underwear with a knife, nice and slowly and then letting it come to rest against my clit, keeping me very still as you play with me, touching my breasts and the rest of my body. Eventually the knife is moved away, as you slide your fingers inside me, fucking me slowly as you pull my head back by my hair, biting and kissing my throat and neck, tugging on the chains that connect my collar and clamps, then making me suck the fingers you've been fucking me with, trace a mark in the corner of one breast, with your dagger. Then you push me down on the table, spreading my legs and fucking me with a strap on, kissing me and biting my lip hard enough to draw blood and bruise. Promising me, as to what you are going to do later. About taking your gun in my mouth, sucking on it as I kneel at your feet, fucking myself with a dildo or gagging me with black cloth, as you caress and spank me...

I've been bruised, cut and just broken completely. And so, I'm crying and they are holding me in a way that's caressing and cruel at the same time. Because I'm  totally there's, totally owned by them and in that moment I know it more than any other, through my tears. And then there's the whip, coiled now but still present and my shoulders are being caressed with the tip, even as the tears keep coming and the hands around me tighten, oh so slowly, along with the cuffs on my wrists. 

And then there's the gun. I never thought about before but when I did, I wanted it. Being made to suck the barrel, taking it in my mouth and cleaning it, delicately, neatly as I could with my collar pressing in to my neck. And then a knife, tracing patterns in to my stomach that almost , almost draw blood but stop just short. And being in a cage, hands pushed up above my head against it, cuffed and moaning and desperate as I'm fucked. Just a pretty little pet, a good pet. I liked the idea of being gagged too, unable to speak or moan as I'm whipped, spanked or fucked. Taking a huge dildo in to my body, fucking myself on it and knowing that I look exactly like the slut I am and not caring, as I moan and spread my legs wider, beg to be fucked harder.

I'm cuffed, spread eagled on a bench. I have a tight corset on, one that shows my breasts and the clamp rings that are attached to them. There's a collar,  that's linked to everything through metal chains that dig in to my flesh. There's a dildo, filling and stretching my ass and another one in my cunt and a ball gag that fills my mouth. 

A man and a woman come in and they start playing with. Touching, tugging and pinching, making me writhe with pleasure, moan through the gag. Gradually, they start slapping me, all over with their bare hands and it feels so good, especially when it's interrupted with caresses.   When I feel the first touch of the whip on my body I can only moan, especially when I feel the womans' hands on my breasts, as the man wields the whip, she tugs the rings on my nipples, sucks on them.

"Do you want more slut?" It's the woman who asks and I can only moan in response, as she removes the gag. I feel the man slide his cock in to my mouth and he starts fucking my mouth, grabbing my hair with both hands as he uses my body. Then there's a loss of sensation, as the woman eases the dildo out of my ass and then my cunt. But it's only gone for a moment, because then I see she is wearing a double strap on and I try to spread my legs further, to open myself up to being fucked. 

"You are just a fuck toy, you know that. Look at you, begging to be fucked. I bet you'd let anything and anyone fuck you, right now. You want this so bad, to be filled in every way possible." 

And as she says this, she slides in to me. I'm filled, in my ass, cunt and mouth and being used like the slut I am. As they fuck me, they whisper promises of all the ways they are going to fuck me today, all the ways I'm going to be whipped, that later on they'll chain me to a fuck machine and leave me there, make me cum over and over again until I'm completely broken.  

I don't think I ever realised, how much I'd like to wear a collar for someone. It would be fun, to be a possession for someone but there's no one who'd want to. But I know what I'd like, oh god yes. Maybe I could be be chained, a collar around my neck connected to a longer chain that was held by someone - man or women, it doesn't matter. A whip, trailing across my back, soft and caressing at first before becoming harder, leaving marks all across my back, making my shiver, beg and writhe but knowing that I love every second of it, as I'm cuffed and spread for the pleasure of whoever wants me. 

Being double fucked, by two people who just touch me, however they want with my hands chained above my head so I'm utterly helpless, moaning and knowing that I'm a dirty slut, because they whisper it in my ear. Maybe they'd cut me then, nice and gently, while I'm blindfolded, hardly knowing where the next cut is going to come. Being kissed so hard that I moan in to her, or have a guy bite my lip, let him draw blood while he tells me he knows exactly how much I want this, how I'm just the perfect little fuck toy. Maybe kept chained up, with toys in me and a tight leather corset, until my Master or Mistress gets home and wants to use me. Being pushed up against the window and fucked or bent over a desk, letting a girl use me with a strap on, after she spanks me with a leather strap. Or a naughty school girl, who'd do anything to please her teacher. Letting him fuck me, abuse me. 

My latest. I want to wear a corset, leather gear and cuffs, with clamps on my nipples. Hands cuffed behind my back, along with my legs. Forced to suck a cock, while my Mistress fucks my ass with a strap on and I have to fuck myself on a huge dildo. And all the time they tell me what a perfect fuck toy I am.