good news and bad news

as is always the case, there's good news and there's bad news...

the good news is that slutstacie has promised to continue to provide us with sexy pics and true stories of her slutting.... and you can't have too much slutting with slutstacie!

the bad news is that there won't be any "new" material for quite some time... probably april or later. i'd hoped that the slut and i would be taking our own pictures and living out our own stories, starting as early as this summer. that ain't gonna happen. let me rephrase that - there won't be any new material with her and i - she's still slutting!

the good news is that slutstacie is such a slut that there's a wealth of sexy stories of the slut in action and thousands of pics and videos to prove it. she's promised to continue to provide us with pictures and salacious tales to keep us all hard and drooling. they won't cum fast enough to keep our appetite for slut happy, but don't despair, because there are hundreds of stories for her to tell. i'm trying to get her to provide us with new pictures and a new slutting story every week, but she's not to be pushed (well, unless you're a stranger and you push her to her knees or over the trunk of your car!). she sluts constantly, but she'll only provide us stories and pictures as she's ready.

but, if the stories she's provided so far are any indication, it'll be well worth the wait!

own me. use me. beat me - hard. take me

for many people, Dom/sub or Master/slave is a fun little game that they sometimes play to spice things up, some "kinky" role play to liven up a vanilla sex life.

for others, it -is- life. slutstacie and i fall into that category. D/s, M/s, Owner/owned are not fun little things we do to get our jollies - it's what and who we are. we weren't always this way, although both of us had inklings of it throughout our lives. we discovered this side of ourselves together and now, it's no longer a "side of us"... it's who we are. not that being a Dom or a sub -defines- us, but it's part and parcel of who we are. I'm Dom, her Dom. there is no other way for it to be, no other way it could be. it's natural, it's right. she is sub, owned, slave (although we don't much care for that word) - it's who she is.

i enjoy hurting her, giving her pain, causing her pain. i enjoy using her body for my own amusement. at times, it's difficult to reconcile that with the more conventional me, seemingly at such odds. and yet, giving her pain, the pain she wants and needs, is truly an act of love. slutstacie -belongs- to me. she is my property. i own her. she has given me the gift of herself, her body and her complete submission. her body is my property. her mind is my property. note that i did NOT say her will - for she most certainly has a will of her own. i would not want her as a dishrag with no thoughts, no desires, no needs or ideas of her own. she is a strong, opinionated personality. she is deep and multifaceted and that very complexity is part of what i love about her. it's -because- she's deep and complex that i can take so much pleasure from probing her psyche, finding buttons to push, ways to touch her and push her.

she is a slut. she knows it, has always known it at some level but hasn't let the slut out until just the past couple of years. for us, "slut" has a completely different meaning than the perjorative, degrading connotation it commonly has. for us, slut is a compliment, an honorific, a one word description of a woman of such sexuality, such sexual appetite, such broad and deep interest in sex that her interest in sex and her sex drive far exceeds that of most men. there is literally NOTHING she will not do. okay, kids, animals and shit, but other than that, there's nothing that she would dismiss out of hand as being gross or ewww. she is a very, very sexual woman. part of her sexuality is also submissiveness. again, this is not meek, mousy personality. this is submission - she gives her body to another to use. she willingly, gladly, submits to the strength of another and gladly accepts whatever that person does to her. she accepts and embraces all that being a slut and being a submissive means. while still maintaining her strength of character and will, she also accepts that she is a fucktoy, a slut, a cunt, a whore, nothing more than holes to be fucked. she willingly and gladly accepts being passed around at a party for others to use her.

these can be difficult attitudes to accept all at once. she and i did not jump from the normal, vanilla world to where we are now in one step. we had to get here gradually, finding our way, gradually accepting that we were different than what society "expects" us to be. but being different is not a bad thing. in fact, accepting who we are at our very core has been a liberating, empowering thing. this is a theme i'm sure we'll touch on many more times. we both agree that who we are now, Dom and sub, Master and slave, Owner and owned, sadist and masochist are right, natural, perfectly in balance with the world. by not denying our own truths, we're freed from the stress of hiding it or knowing that something's not quite right.

i could no more go back to "making love" all the time or always asking "is this okay?", "did i hurt you" than i could change lead into gold. i fuck. her body is mine to use. i hurt her because she wants and needs it. i hurt her for no other reason than because i want to, because it's fun, because i -enjoy- hearing her sobs, seeing her cringe, making her cry. do i still make love and be concerned about her? of course. but i'm also, in my own way, making love to her when i slap her face, grab her hair, force her to bend over the back of the couch and then take her ass so hard and fast that she screams in pain. btw, she often cums when she's being severely beaten or taken.

likewise, she could not go back to a life of domestic sex, of monogamy, of insisting that she be treated with caution and tentativeness and such. she is a slut, she knows it and she knows, of her own volition, that her body is a sex toy and meant to be used for fucking. when she's being the party favor, her entire existence, her consciousness is focused on serving the desires of the men and women that are using her. her body is a vessel of pleasure and she works hard to make sure that -anyone- that wants -anything- from her or wants to do -anything- to her is satisfied. by doing so, she is satisfied. she wants to be treated as a slut, a whore, a fucktoy, a cunt, or as she says below, "holes to be fucked".

anyway, some of her words from a chat recently....

Me: (9:19:07): btw, we're in the bathroom.... and you should be on your knees (on this hard, cold tile) sucking my cock, draining the piss and then the cum from your Master's cock

slutstacie: (9:34:13): mmm, hard cold tile and double mmmmmm draining the piss and then the come from my Master's cock

slutstacie: (10:28:09): i want/need to be under Your hand and to be Your property, chained and wearing Your collar

slutstacie: (10:35:17): i want all things my Michael, my sadist, my giver of pain, my Owner wants me to have and wants to give to me

slutstacie: (11:17:04): Master?

Me: (11:17:15): :-) yes?

slutstacie: (11:17:36): i need You

slutstacie: (13:51:00): instead of calling Margaret, can't You call her to come in and watch You beat me? use me? take control of Your property and use her like the fucktoy, whore, cunt, slut, holes to fuck that she is?

Me: (13:51:26): yes, that would certainly be My preference

slutstacie: (13:52:19): mine too (not that it matters of course)

slutstacie: (13:53:24): Master? may i kneel down in front of You and suck Your cock? i need Your cock inside my mouth desperately, and Your hand on the back of my head as well

slutstacie: (13:53:39): please?

slutstacie: (13:54:53): Master, i wonder if You have any idea how much i really need U to hurt me. to use me, to be Your property and for U to fuck me, take me, use me, beat me, hurt me, as often and whenever, however You wish

slutstacie: (15:57:51): Master.... i need You

slutstacie: (15:58:50): Master....

Me: (15:59:02): y?

slutstacie: (15:59:20): i NEED You

slutstacie: (16:00:00): please, own me. use me. beat me - hard. take me

slutstacie: (16:02:46): g-d Master. Michael. i need you to take me, to own me. will you?

slutstacie: (16:03:18): i need to sob at Your hand

slutstacie: (16:08:44): Michael, i am so wet for You. just thinking about being owned by You, my (Your) cunt gets so wet

slutstacie: (16:10:52): mmm, Master's cock should be shoved down my throat right now

Me: (16:11:30): Yes. Then into your ass and back into your mouth

slutstacie: (16:12:25): yes Master, my ass and then mouth

slutstacie: (16:13:23): You know how to use Your cunt very well

sadist toys

i'm a pretty handy guy, sometimes. over the weekend i made some handmade craft items for slutstacie. no, we're not talking flower baskets and froofy crap. this is -useful- stuff.

we all know my slut -loves- pain. so i made her a matching set of 5 zip strips. a zip strip is a bunch of clothes pins on a string, a piece of twine. rough twine, of course.



so for these little devils, i put 20 each on a string about 30 inches long. each clothes pin was separated from its neighbor by about 1-1/2 inches. if you've never had a clothespin on you, or your nipple or other sensitive spots, don't think them childs' play. they have a deceivingly sharp bite. and here's the -really- cool thing :-D about clothespins (and clips and clamps and the like): they hurt like hell once they're on. and then the pain recedes a great deal (or you just get used to it). and then, for some time, you're just kind of aware of them. they will start to hurt again after a while... and then dull again... and then hurt again... (you can see where this is going, can't you?) the -real- pain comes when you take them off. even if you very gently remove a clip, it's as though someone was using pliers on you. for a sadist (that'd be me), it's wickedly delightful. for a masochist (that'd be slutstacie), it's wave after wave of delicious pain. screaming, sobbing, throbbing, crying pain. the kind she really, really loves. the kind she really, really needs.

now that little description, of course, was all about a single clip/clamp/clothespin. if you'll remember back earlier in our show, i said that i'd made 5 strings of 20 clothespins each, fairly closely spaced. so there are two "force multipliers" at work here. the first is the sheer number of clips and their closeness to each other. i made them the length i did for two reasons: 1) because 20 seemed like a good number, and b) because clipping on 30" of clothespins covers a "just right" amount of tender flesh... enough to start at the nipple, let's say, and wind around a tit 2 or 3 times. and another one on the other tit. from one knee up the thigh to that nice, fat pussy lip. and another on the other leg... and perhaps one lazily meandering around that soft, smooth, hitherto unmarked soft belly and then up between her tits. see? there is method to my madness!

i mentioned two force multipliers; multiple zip strips was one of them. can you guess the other? of course you can!!! remember how i said that even -very- carefully removing a clip that's been on for some time renders up a disproportionate amount of pain? take an end clip firmly in hand. and pull. pull slowly, so the clips get pulled off one after the other in slow motion... snapowwsnapOwwsnapOWwsnapOWWsnapSHITsnapOHG-DsnapSOBsnapsnapsnap.. until you're rewarded with a sub, a painslut, who's screaming in pain, sobbing, gasping, moaning... now -that's- something worth working for!

now, let's step it up just a notch.. fuck that "pull 'em off slow, one at a time" stuff... grab and end clip and just PULL!!!! snapsnapsnapsnapsnapsnapsnapsnapsnapsnapsnap HOLYFUCKOHG-DAHHHHHUHHHHFUUUUUCKKKK... mmmm .. music to my ears....

i'd been teasing the slut for a week or two by snapping a clothespin while we were talking on the phone. she loved the sound of it, even though she couldn't guess what it was. she also feared the sound of it because i told her that the gifts i was making for her would bring her much (beloved) pain. when i sent her the package, which included several other things, i'd packed it in such a way that she had to unpack it in the order i specified, yet she wouldn't be able to see the zip strips until the last second. so i'd taken a length of that sisal twine (the rough stuff that i used for the strips) and tied it to one end of one of the strips, then taped it to the top item in the box.

we opened the box together over the phone so i could tell her what to do. once she opened it, i had her touch the string and told her that at the other end of that string was the things i'd made for her; as well as a great deal of pain and something she'd both love and hate. she was squirming as we slowly opened and looked at all the other things in the package until finally there was only the last thing left, still hidden from her sight.

i told her to slowly pull that string until her gifts came into view. she was very hushed as i heard her pulling the string and then a gasp and "oh my g-d".

the sound of her voice alone made the whole thing worth it.

stay tuned... in our next episode the sadist (that'd be me) tells what he made the masochistic slut (that'd be slutstacie) do.

to herself.

The Fence, pt 2

once again i stand directly in front of you, almost touching you. eye to eye, so close we can't even focus, yet gaze locked. as we stand there, i lightly pull my fingertips up your sides, touching your breasts then cupping and caressing them lightly before pinching the nipples lightly. a slight moan escapes your lips as the pleasure begins to flow from your nipples into your brain, into your stomach, into your pussy. i continue squeezing and teasing your nipples until i see your eyes begin to close. anticipating your reaction, and wanting to be able to see it fully, i take a step back. watching your face closely, i pinch both nipples very, very hard; almost too hard i think to my self. your eyes fly open, you jerk your head back, your body tenses and your breath is a ragged gasp. holding the pressure, mercilessly squeezing your nipples, i listen to you moan between gasps, watch as your eyes water and enjoy your struggle as you try futilely to move away. when finally i release the pressure, your body relaxes and the low moan you escaping your throat conveys the pain you felt; still feel as your nipples relax.

just as the residual intensity resides i begin softly rubbing your tits and nipples again. Teasingly soft and gentle, lightly tracing around the throbbing nipple, urging it hard again. caressing the soft curve of your tits as they merge into your flat stomach, sliding my hands down to then around your waist. as my hands go around your waist, i suddenly pull your body toward me. your body moves the few inches to me but doing so only tightens the collars' grip on your neck. as you feel the choke of your collar i cover your mouth with mine, pushing my tongue into your mouth, kissing you hard. you hesitate then respond, fully, despite the insistent pressure around your throat. our tongues tangle, seek, lick, i suck on yours, you bite mine, our lips mashed together. Then i pull away; your mouth still open, you look at me questioningly. when your lips close, i come close to your face and gently lick and kiss your lips.

as my lips caress yours, i unbutton your blouse. as our kiss ends i pull it open, exposing your tits and body for anyone to see who might wander by. i undo your jeans and slide them down your legs, followed by your skimpy thong. kissing my way down your leg i then lift your feet out of your pants. the jeans i leave lying but i keep your thong in my hand. silently i stand and observe you, drink in the picture of you helpless, scared, aroused. i gently lick and suck one tit while idly running my hand across your stomach, down to your hip, your pelvis, gradually tracing closer and closer to your clit and pussy. everytime you try to move your pussy under my hand i move it away and bite on your tit, but you continue; i'm sure you're trying to get me to bite you harder, attempting, perhaps unknowingly, to bring more of the pleasure/pain you enjoy so much.

after lingering near your pussy for sometime i finally slide a finger down over your clit, between your lips and roughly into your cunt. at the same time, i bite your neck hard, just at the juncture of neck and shoulder. you grimace and moan at the same time, enjoying yet fearful of your enjoyment of the pain. your cunt is dripping wet, soaking my fingers. i push two fingers into you wetting them completely, then force them into your mouth. as your tongue searches for the taste of pussy, i'm fingering you with my other hand, again harshly, then alternately lightly rubbing your clit. finally, using your thong, i wipe your pussy and thighs, soaking it. wadding the material, carefully wrapping the straps inside, i lift it to my nose, reveling in the smell of you. you're watching me closely, wondering if i'll be pleased, remembering once before when i was not. you suffered my displeasure then and enjoyed every minute of it. but today i am pleased - the smell of your cunt is musky, erotic, delicious. when i smile at you, you open your mouth to speak and i push the material into your mouth. effectively gagging you i close your mouth, some material still showing and tell you not to release it. i gently push the hair back from your face, pulling a strand from your mouth before grabbing a handful of hair on each side of your head and pulling your head toward me, roughly, until your collar is biting deep into your throat, uncomfortably deeply, i'm sure. looking straight into your eyes and making sure that i'm pulling your hair and continuing to pull you against the collar i speak. "stacie, are you scared?" you feebly shake your head. i pull your hair harder and say to you "you're lying. i see it in your eyes. if you lie to me again, your punishment will be very severe. Understand? I ask you again - stacie, are you scared?" when you nod i release your hair, allowing you to move back against the fence, relieving the choking of the leather strap.

leaning in close to your ear again i whisper "stacie... i have plans for you tonight. tonight you will be tested, pushed and tested again." i give you a soft kiss on your jaw. "tonight, love, you will beg for me to stop. you will feel as if you cannot take anymore punishment. you'll plead with me to stop, cry for me to relieve your pain. and in the next breath, with the wave of your next orgasm building and rolling through you, you'll beg me not to stop; please don't stop." i kiss my way to your face then look into your eyes. i've never seen a woman so capable, so accepting of the play that we share. in your eyes i see fear, true fear. i see anticipation of the pain you know you will soon feel. i see anticipation of the ecstacy when your pain crosses the line and becomes pleasure, almost unbearable pleasure. I see your lust, flaring, waiting, eager to get started. Then i see something else - the acceptance, the pleasure, the serenity, the love, the surrender of giving yourself to me so completely, the knowlege that you belong to me, body and soul. I kiss you on the face and step back.

after unbuckling my belt i slowly pull it loose from my pants. it's a leather belt, of course, about 1-1/2 inches wide. not soft but not stiff either. tan and well worn. you are familiar with this belt. i idly play with it in my hands, holding the buckle and wrapping a loop or two around my hand, waving it in front of you. i double it over. holding it in one hand, i slap your thigh - a loud smack and a jump from you. i slap your stomach with it, slightly harder. then i push the looped end against your cheek, your eyes wide. i move the leather down your face, your throat, your chest, letting your skin have a taste of it. down to your pussy, soaking wet again. i part your pussy lips with one hand and, laying the leather flat against your cunt, pull it past your pussy, wetting most of the belt in doing so. satisfied with how wet your cunt is, i lift the belt to my nose, smelling it, enjoying the mingled aroma of leather and pussy. i hold the belt up to your nose as well; actually pressing it hard against your nose, making sure you smell it and feel it.

placing the end through the buckle i form a loop. i slip the loop over your head, covering your eyes. i pull it snug - not tight, but tight enough that it'll stay put, and secure the end. the strap doesn't completely obsure your vision - you can see a sliver of sky above the strap and a sliver of earth below it. not complete, but very effective.

the thought that occurs to me as i step back and take in the scene is that you're ready. Ready and oh so beautiful. you look so natural there, bound, gagged, blindfolded, nearly naked, exposed and vulnerable. My cock aches at the sight. I kiss you on the lips, pushing the last bit of material into your mouth, then trail my fingertips from your mouth, down your throat, around your tits, across and back across your stomach to your clit and finally your pussy. "stacie, you look wonderful. so helpless. I'm going to leave now, but i'll be back before too long. i don't think anyone will happen along while i'm gone. but if they do, i've left a note here next to you that says 'Please fuck me then leave'."

as you hear me walking away i say "bye love... see you soon. wait for me, okay?"

The Fence, pt 1

against the backstop; arms out, hands cuffed.

my lips are on your neck; my cock, hard, pressing into your stomach. my hands trace lightly down your sides, occasionally brushing your tits. when both hands reach your nipples, i let them stop, lightly rubbing your nipples, hard beneath your blouse. i lean back, off your body, my legs slightly between yours and i look straight into your eyes. those eyes! dark, deep, full of passion, lust, and yes, fear. you -are- scared, aren't you? but not for your safety. you know, beyond all doubt that i will not harm you in any way. what i will do for you, stacie my love, is to push you, hard. with a soft gentle touch i want to slide your body deliciously into the territory of erotic pleasure. once you've surrendered to that, once you're wallowing in the feelings of sex in your body, i intend to slap you out of your reverie and drag you across the line that separates pleasure from pain. yes stacie, you will feel pain. delicious pain.

pain that you can't get enough of. that pain that starts as a white flash in your brain, a gasp in your throat and a catch in your breath... yet before you know it, it's no longer pain, is it? you no longer want it to stop - in fact you will plead for it not to stop, won't you? do you know the pleasure/pain/pleasure i'm talking about stacie? it's the feelings that you get when you allow your erotic brain to run free late at night, when your inhibitions are the lowest, when you are completely aware of your body, when you let the deep dark longings out.

you fear it don't you? and yet you welcome it. stacie, my love.. my lovely... when you surrender yourself to me, you secretly hope for just this pain, don't you? you -want- me to push you to the very edge of what you can stand. you -want- to feel helpless, powerless, completely dominated by me. why is it? is it because you like the pain, the intensity, and you would be happy to allow any man to do the same to you? answer me honestly - we both know the answer. you would NOT allow anyone else, anyone, the same control, the same power over you, would you? say it stacie - think it all the time - tell it to me now, in your words.... give yourself to me, completely, describe for me the limits ofyour passion (there are none, are there?), tell me the limits of what you will allow me to do to you (no limits, are there?), tell me what i'm not allowed to do - there's nothing is there, love? you know, as do i, that you submit willingly, gladly to whatever i have in store for you. Say it now stacie - feel it, observe your submission to me; revel in it. you give me yourself in lust; indescribeable lust. but you trust me because of our love. think lover - it's intoxicating, is it not?!? exhilarating! exquisitely comforting yet so seemingly impossible.

you're aware now of my fingers tracing circles around your nipples, standing painfully hard and erect. the lightness, the tenderness of my touch inflames you, doesn't it? you're enjoying my touch, loving the tender attention i'm giving your tits. and then - gasping for breath! the white flash, blinding, constricting your vision, dimming your hearing, but every cell in your body screams as i pinch, HARD, both nipples at the same time. you breath comes in tortured gasps, your vision slowly clears and you can begin again to see me through the white haze. your mind can only slowly begin to comprehend, focus on the sharp pain in your nipples. but it's not pain, is it? you're pushing your pussy out to me, rubbing against me. your mouth strains to reach me and your hands pull against your cuffs. but you're no longer hurting are you? already you're pulsing, flashing with pleasure, wanting to extend the feeling.

then suddenly, nothing... i'm no longer touching you at all. when you realize it, your eyes seek me out.. why! WHY! they scream - no, more! don't stop, please.. you start to speak to me, pleading. that doesn't last long, because my hand wrapped around your throat makes it very difficult to breathe, much less scream, doesn't it?

i love the way lust and fear mix in your eyes. The fear from the firm grip i have on your throat, the lust from your own knowlege that we've just begun and that before we finish, you'll cum several times.

I slide my hand up so my fingers are along the bottom of your jaw, push a little harder against your throat and tighten my grip just a bit. Not a lot but enough that you notice it and glance at me questioningly. With my free hand I roughly rub your cunt through your jeans. I can feel your heat through them and know that your pussy and your thong are both wet. Not breaking our glance, I lean into you drawing my face closer and closer to you then moving my lips against your ear. As i do so, i reluctantly pull my hand from your crotch, grasp the fence right at your hip and pull myself up against you, hard, rubbing the bulge of my cock against your pussy. in a deep, barely audible voice i speak to you. i'm sure you don't even hear the first few words i whisper in your ear; you're listening to, focused on my voice. You know this voice stacie. this voice chills you; yet it starts the glow in your stomach, you pussy. you know this voice stacie - it's the one that scares you because you hear in it the determination to push you, to test your limits, your submission to me. you know it because you're always, we're always exhausted and happy when we finish.

when you finally hear the words i'm saying i feel your body stiffen. my lips brushing your ear, the tip of my tongue just touching your temple, my hand squeezing tighter on your throat, i whisper "... fucked stacie. are you ready? i'm going to use you, fuck you. stacie, you will whimper and cry in pain and plead with me not to stop. your mouth, your cunt, your ass will all be mine. do you understand?" I feel you nod your head slowly. "stacie, i give you one chance; right now, if you choose you can go free. but you won't, even though you can, will you? you need me to have you. you want to give yourself to me, don't you?" a moment of silence. then, barely audible but with utter clarity and understanding, you whisper "yes; i'm yours to use."

as the last word leaves your lips, i bite your neck, hard; hard! you jolt and try to pull away but can't. as you gasp, i stop, releasing the flesh from between my teeth, removing my hand from your throat, stepping back so we're not touching at all. when you open your eyes, i'm holding both hands out to you, holding in them a leather strap, a collar about an inch wide, soft and flexible in my hands, the buckle gleaming in the moonlight. I put the collar around your throat, pushing each end of the strap through the fence. I walk behind the fence, standing behind you. you feel the collar move as i grasp it, but just hold it. for several long moments i'm still, letting your imagination run wild.

after several long moments, i begin to very slowly pull the collar tighter around your throat. you don't notice at first, but it doesn't take long until you do. when the leather strap is tight enough that it's visibly tight on your skin, i buckle it, securing you to the fence.

walking back to stand in front of you i take in the sight. you are such a sight. as beautiful as you normally are, your predicament now adds such a powerful impact. Your arms straight out from your sides, the handcuffs shining in the dark. Your hair slightly disarrayed, a few strands waving in the light breeze, partly in front of your face on one side, cascading across your shoulders. the collar around your neck, brown against your skin, a line of discipline laid across willing flesh, provides the most powerful contrast. the _expression on your face is so... alluring. at once you display fear, submission, acceptance, anticipation, desire. Your breasts too betray your arousal, your nipples hard and plainly visible pressing against your blouse.

In the living room

another story written for slutstacie...

i could see by the way you were sitting that you're still pissed off. the tension in the air was palpable, thick. a stupid argument really, i'm not even completely sure what it was about because we started on one thing and seemed to end up on something else entirely.

about halfway through our arguing, i noticed a change come over you. i don't think you noticed it - you were pretty hot, pretty fired up. at first it was just a little flush on your neck; i thought you were physically hot, because you were sweating a little. then the flush spread up into your face, tingeing your cheeks, not much, but i could see it. Not much later you put your hair up probably because you were hot. when you pulled the hair away from your ears I could see that they too were flushed.

as i started to put the pieces together in my head, i noticed something that told me i had to be correct in what i was thinking - you were getting very turned on! your temper was flaring, but your lust was growing rapidly, you unaware of it. Your nipples, so sexily displayed through the tight t-shirt, got hard, very very hard, and stayed that way - they're still hard, almost 40 minutes later! the short shorts you are wearing gave you away also. usually the outline of your pussy lips is just barely visible in those shorts. but just a few minutes ago, before you walked away and at down at the counter, your lips were clearly swollen and pushing against those shorts. g-d that looked so hot - i love to see the shape of your pussy under pants or shorts...

now you're at the counter, sitting on the high stool, drinking water. your eyes seem focused on nothing, just looking into the kitchen. you probably aren't aware that you've got your legs crossed very high - crossed way up the thigh instead of at the knee or lower - and you're kicking that foot up and down in pretty rapid tempo. the longer i watch you, the randier i get. i know what you're doing - you're masturbating! and you don't even realize it. you're working your thighs together, squeezing your pussy tightly between them. i'd bet anything that your cunt is soaking wet right now. you sit there deceivingly quietly. you stare off, eyes fixed on nothing in particular. you look as though you're in a daze almost. but if i know you at all, especially given the other signs i see, i know exactly what's going through your head right now.

you're thinking about our argument; trivial really, they always are. you once joked and told me you thought we just fought so we could have intense makeup sex - i laughed then, but i believed it, still do. i'll bet you're confused about your state of mind. you think you should be calmer and feel better, because you got it off your chest and i gave in (to whatever it was). you're confused because you still feel all keyed up; your nerves are all on high alert for some reason. you're hot, and you barely notice that your cunt is wet and your nipples hard.

watching you, knowing what you feel, even though you're not even consciously aware of it, yet, is incredibly exciting. not only because i know you so well, that we're so connected, but because you're so highly sexed that even your anger at me gets you hot. that and I know that we're going to have some fantastic sex very shortly...

i know exactly what i'll do to get you started; once your fuse is lit, it'll be all i can do to hang on for the ride. i walk to the sliding glass door and look out at the water for a minute. you can probably see me out of the corner of your eye, if you look. i stand for a minute, then turn to you, walk up behind you and put my hands on your shoulders. "baby, i'm sorry. i was wrong" i whisper in your ear. i'm such a bastard - i make sure to breathe heavily onto your ear, my lips just barely brushing your ear, my hands rubbing your shoulders. you don't react for several seconds. then, i know you're ready; you very slightly tilt your head, baring your neck to me. you still haven't spoken, but your breathing has changed, your foot no longer kicking. "please forgive me stacie, i was wrong - i admit it. i'm so sorry", i whisper in your ear, my lips now obviously touching your ear, my voice as low and soft as I can make it, my hands sliding slowly over your shoulders and down your arms.

you moan softly and before i know it, you've kicked yourself around, swiveled the seat to face me locking your legs around my hips, pulling me roughly to you, opening your mouth and kissing me passionately, your tongue in my mouth, seeking and finding mine, your lips pressed hard against mine. long long moments of losing myself in your kisses, your breath hot on my face, your thighs locked tightly around my waist.

then i'm aware that with one hand you're unzipping my pants, fishing for my cock, rapidly hardening, and pulling it free of my shorts. then, still with one hand, you're pulling your shorts to the side, exposing your wet pussy, and guiding my cock between your lips. as soon as my cock penetrates your lips and starts into your cunt, you move both hands around my neck, tighten your legs around me and hop onto my cock, impaling yourself on it. you pussy is so wet i slide in very easily, and you moan deeply into my mouth, biting my tongue. Immediately you're bouncing up and down on my cock, fucking yourself on my shaft.

Between you jumping onto me and you bouncing on my cock, i'm a little off balance, and start backing up, trying to regain full balance. a few steps back and i've hit the couch, pushing it into the coffee table and knocking over the remote control holder. with my ass on the back of the couch i'm stable again. with one hand behind your back, i use the other to grab the bottom of your t-shirt and pull it over your head causing your tits to bounce sexily just inches from my face; throwing the tee away, i take your right nipple into my mouth, sucking it hard - hard enough that i hear you gasp, followed immediately by a deep moan and your hands on the back of my head, pushing me hard onto your tit. i know as i'm biting your tit that tomorrow you'll complain that i bit you way too hard, but right now the sharp pain is rocketing through your body, inflaming you more.

I turn around to face the back of the couch and rest your ass on it. Pulling my cock from your pussy, i loosen my grip on you, lean forward, and let you slide down onto the couch, your legs laying over the back of the couch. As you slide down, you pull my shirt over my head and drop it behind you. I shrug out of my pants with one hand, then reach over and pull your shorts and thong up and off your legs. your cunt beckons to me from just over the back of the couch, and I lower my face to it tongue extended. I see you watching me get close to your pussy and you spread your legs even more as i get close.

your cunt is so wet as i put my face into it... the delicious smell of your pussy fills my head as your taste washes over my taste buds. my hands in the crook of your hips, you pull your knees forward so they're directly over your head with your hands on the backs of your knees, pulling them forward, making your pussy even more accessible to me. the taste of your pussy, the wetness, the feel of your smoothness, the hardening of your clit all combine to keep be fired in lust. i'm slurping at your cunt, trying to bury my tongue all the way into you. licking back and forth now from your clit to your ass, as my tongue touches your asshole you jump a little. you release your knees now and put your hands onto your ass cheeks, pulling your ass wide open for me, begging me to continue eating your ass. i know you like this, my tongue in your ass, because it's so wicked and so wickedly arousing to you.

as i lick your ass, my nose rubs into your pussy, against your clit. A quick nibble on your pussy lips, and I push you sideways, so you're laying out on the couch. i grab you under the arms and pull you up onto the arm of the couch, your head hanging upside down over the arm. Straddling your face, i lower my balls onto your lips - you open your mouth and take them in. sucking my sac, your tongue caressing my balls you reach your hands up and hold onto my hips. when you release my balls, i step back a little and guide my cock into your mouth, aiming straight down your throat. I can feel you adjusting yourself, getting ready to suck me all the way down. then your throat just seems to open up and you pull me forward by the hips, sending more and more, every inch of my cock down your velvety throat. my nuts are resting on your nose, my cock completely obscured, your lips a tight seal around my shaft.

moving your head only slightly you cause amazing sensations to run up my cock and into my body. your throat feels like a pussy, contracting on me, squeezing, milking me. now your hands are pushing my hips back, pulling my cock out of your throat, the head just at your lips, then you pull me back in. you've set up the motion, pulling me in, pushing me out - i get the idea and continue stroking into your mouth on my own. your lips are incredible, your throat amazing. i know if you keep this up that i'll explode my cum right down your throat. not only do i not want to cum yet, but i'm pretty sure you want my cum in your mouth so you can taste it instead of just shooting down your throat.

i need you to slow down, soon, so I reach down to your tits and take a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and gently rub it, rolling them softly. as soon as i start, you moan, again sending vibrations through my cock, threatening to make me cum even sooner. i need to distract you, so i pinch each nipple, hard, as hard as i dare, without warning. your body tenses and you gasp - as you do so, i pull my cock out of your mouth (even though I don't really want to!).

the cast

every book, movie or play has a cast of characters. to keep things straight i'll give the cast of characters in slutstacie's world and how you'll see them referred to here.

slutstacie - i'll either specifically call her by name, slutstacie, or unless otherwise stated or dictated by context, her and she.

M - me. her once and former master, trying to regain my place in slutstacie's world.

husband - the guy slutstacie is married to.

-him- - her current master. i cannot bring myself to refer to him as her master, so he'll be referred to as -him-.

an intro

this will be an on-going, evolving story about a very special woman - stacie. for now, I'll be writing it; i'm M, her friend. she and i discovered slutstacie together. i was her Master for a while. i'm not any longer, but hopefully i will be again. when that happens, this blog will change. it'll no longer be me describing her, telling of the things she's doing with her husband and her (current) master but will become one of our story together. at that point, the pictures will become current. the stories will become current and will be records of our time together, exploring, nurturing and growing the slut in her even more.

slutstacie will begin contributing also. and that, that is when this blog will take on its true life.

slutstacie is an amazing woman in many ways. in the real world, she's a business woman, a professional. she's married, has a great house in a great place. from the outside, all you'd see is an beautiful woman living a great life. behind those eyes, however, lies another world entirely. she has a lover on the side; not just a lover, but a master whose collar she wears. husband, of course, does not know this. under his hand, she's taken the theoretical knowledge that she and i gained together and has applied it to the real world. and she excels. she manages to squeeze in 4-6 weekday fucks with him. during those times, she's been given away to strangers in parking lots, been blindfolded and fucked by men she never sees, been gangbanged several times by as many as thirty guys, been beaten on webcam. on the weekends, she's brought him into her marriage as a standing threesome and even gotten husband and him to become friends. she has a girlfriend and has been in a six girl play party.

slutstacie is an amazing woman - amazingly sexual, amazingly slutty, amazingly submissive, amazingly beautiful.

she was mine, then she wasn't. with luck, she will be again.