BDSM Blog part 6. Quite a wave!

BDSM Blog part 6. Quite a wave!

English/Dutch translation at the bottom of the page.

Since Boss loves fistfucking so much, I bought two hand dildos. One with tapered fingers, one with a clenched fist. I call them Boss 3 and 4. Boss 2 is the cock dildo, which I already had. On my own, I tried them at home. Also in my ass, which Boss loves so much. When I tell him and he asks me if I filmed it, it gets quiet.

"So not filmed."

"No, Boss. I wanted to try it quietly first. Didn't know if it would work."

"H'm."

Beyond that, he says nothing about it.

A few days later, he apps me telling me to get ready for him on the sofa. I have a large corner sofa that can be converted into a spacious double bed by a pull-out panel at the bottom. Boss loves this sofa.

"I will take the machine with me and go get you sewn up big time."

"Good King."

"I will take the biggest dildo and it will go in your whorish ass."

Horrified, I think of the pictures he showed me over the phone.

"King... That's a giant..."

"If Boss 2 goes in, this one will also fit."

Aha, so that's it. Boss wants to punish me for not filming for him how I put Boss 2 and Boss 3 in my ass for the first time.

"Is that it, my Beast? Do I now have to pay for not filming for you?"

"Yes. You shut me out. I will say this only once. You are my whore. That means your cunt, ass and mouth are also my property. Anything you do with them in my absence will be shared with me. Full stop."

"Yes King."

"So. I'll be right there with my machine. You unfold the sofa in advance, make sure your horny ass is rinsed, put lubricant ready and an extension cord. Other than that, you just wait and do as I say."

"Yes Boss."

Fuckmachine

When Boss enters, he has a huge sports bag with him. He doesn't kiss me goodbye, which I think is terrible. Boss can kiss so wonderfully dominant, but I also know that he feels I did not deserve that today.

"Just sit there. And shut up."

Obediently, I nod. He is clearly grumpy. That promises something today...

Silently, I sit on the sofa watching Boss take his machine out of the bag and display the parts on the floor. When he takes off his T.shirt, I see that he is wearing a white camisole. I find him terribly sexy, like this in his underwear stretched tightly over his belly that bulges slightly over his trousers.

When he attaches all the parts together with his big strong hands, I would prefer to fly around his neck. Bite down, kiss, tongues. But because I know he will then punish me even harder I don't do it.

When the machine is up, he has put the biggest dildo on it and plugged in the extension cord, he walks to the bathroom to grab two towels. He then spreads them out on the couch and comes to stand in front of me.

"You lie down first."

Docile, I let myself sink back onto the towels.

"Legs wide!"

"Yes King."

When he grabs the bottle of lube and lavishes my pussy with it, I have an inkling of what he wants to do.

"Are you going to fist me again Boss?"

"I am indeed going to fist you again. And you make sure you enjoy it and cum squirting! Today you will do everything exactly the way I want it."

When I ask him if I can have my rod vibrator May grab to put on my clit, may it. I think it will help me relax more. I want to do everything to be the horny fist slut for Boss that he wants.

Unlike last time, this time he does not sit next to me with his back to me, but sits on his knees in front of me so that I can look at him as he goes about his business.

A whole wave

When Boss starts fingering me and I stimulate myself with the vibrator, I get horny as butter almost immediately. With every finger he puts into my soaking wet slit, he starts breathing heavier. When his whole hand is in my pussy and he pushes it deeper and deeper inside me, he starts grunting at it too.

As his fist takes complete possession of me and I lie defenceless before him on the couch, his eyes widen. He is totally absorbed in fist-fucking, which he visibly enjoys. Meanwhile, the vibrator on my clit does a fine job. Because I can relax well, Boss manages to slide his fist deeper and deeper into my pussy. Although it itches and chafes, I still like it. Much nicer than last time.

When he withdraws his fist hard from my soaking wet sopping slit and pushes in again just as hard and repeats this several times, I feel that I am about to cum. When he also occasionally looks at me with that beastly horny look in his eyes and curses that I have to squirt in front of him, a huge splash of fluid waves out of my cunt finely uncontrollably.

Moaning and screaming, I let myself go. I have never had such a violent orgasm before. The combination of pain and pleasure is bizarre and the soaking discharge indescribable.

When I am still panting on the sofa after enjoying it, Boss comes and lays down next to me and puts his arms around me. He looks proud.

"You liked it horny whore. You enjoyed, as I told you to. It was quite a wave..."

"Yes my Beast. It was delicious. You are my one and only horny fist king. I love you."

I am shocked by my own words. I really said it just now. "I love you."

But Boss doesn't mind. He grins. Of course he doesn't say he loves me too, but I can see from the proud look in his eyes that he is fine with the fact that he adores him so terribly.

With eyes closed, I crawl against him. I lock my arms around him and kiss him.

"Can it please Boss? I really love you very much."

By way of reply, he gives me a lovely long tongue kiss. My punishment is over.

On your hands and knees, horny bitch!

At least, I think so. Because nothing could be further from the truth.

"So. And now it's my turn," he says decidedly. "I'm far from finished with you today. On your hands and knees on the floor, horny bitch. Go on."

Behind me, I hear how Boss turns on the machine with the remote control and feel how he accurately positions the dildo. With lube, he lubricates my ass and sticks his finger in my starlet. Hmmm... delicious.

As he removes his finger from me, something else suddenly pushes against my ass. It is the giant dildo. As he guides the dildo inside me, the machine is still on a low setting. Once the huge dick slides my in ass, it is fairly doable, until Boss turns the machine up a bit harder. Apart from being quite big, the artificial cock is also quite thick, something my ass still has to get very used to.

I don't have much time to occupy myself with this. Suddenly Boss is in front of me, thrusting his big fat cock in my face.

Without saying anything, he forcefully crams his huge cock into my mouth. While I am still being fucked vigorously in my ass by the machine, he holds me by my hair and fucks me at the front as hard as machine dildo at the back.

Dominantly, he looks down on me.

"And never do anything again without showing me!"

I shake my head hard no.

"You make me furious and horny at the same time. I'll squirt your whole mouth, goddamn it!"

As Fuckmachine thrusts on undisturbed and Boss pushes my face hard against his lower abdomen, he squirts his entire load of thick creamy seed down the back of my throat. I have to keep swallowing to get it all out.

When he has emptied himself completely into my mouth to the last drop, he also finally turns off the machine.

He then plopped down on the sofa and let himself fall back on his bare bottom into the cushions.

"Can I please lie with you, King?"

He has already trained me pretty well. I no longer do anything without his permission.

It is allowed. But I am not allowed to talk to him. Boss is tired and wants to relax.

Tattoo

A few days later when I am at work, I suddenly get a message from Boss with the telling text:

"When are they going to work on your boobs?"

What a bonehead he is.

"Four more weeks King."

"Hmmm... Nice horny porn balls for my hooker."

"Yes Boss, the bigger the better, I have already told the surgeon. It will be the maximum."

"And your tattoo? You're going to get that done for me too. Is that appointment already set?"

"No.... Not that one yet."

"What?!"

"I'm at work, Boss. I'll take care of it later."

"You should have done that a long time ago."

"Yes King."

Boss wants me to have "Owned" put by my pussy. I would like to do that for him. There is hardly a nicer gesture to show my submissive loyalty and devotion to my owner. I do find it quite a thing to find a tattoo artist who is willing to put this tattoo on that spot ánd with whom I feel so comfortable that I want to take off my trousers for him or her.

After a long internet search, I finally find a lady who has a beautiful portfolio and also has no problem tattooing my venous mound. Since she is willing to help me after closing time (for privacy reasons), I can visit her the same week. I chose a rather large, curly font and the end result is beautiful.

Wanting to surprise Boss, I said nothing to him.

When I wake up the next morning, I can't wait to send Boss a picture of his tattoo. Although of course I already know he will approve, his reaction still surprises me.

"Is this for real?"

"Yes Boss. This is for real."

"No photoshop?"

"No King. No photoshop. I got your tattoo yesterday but didn't say anything because I didn't want to surprise you until the moment it was on.

When I see him typing my heart thumps in my throat. Surely he really wants this? Or is this another one of his games or tests...?

"How good! You are the most beautiful, best, horniest lust slave I could wish for."

My day couldn't be any better. Normally, he is extremely sparing with compliments, so the fact that he now says this to me means an awful lot to me.

Not only that he is so enthusiastic makes me happy, the fact that I now have black and white on my body that I am being 'owned' makes me feel wonderful.

Blackmail

"What are you doing?"

"Making a shopping list. I'll go to the shop in a minute."

" The groceries can wait. I'm coming now."

Extraordinary how he never takes my daily schedule into account. Everything revolves around him, but I like that. I gladly bend to his wishes, restore: demands. It makes me feel even more subservient to him, adore him even more.

When he steps inside, he immediately pulls me by my hair into the bathroom.

"Kneel down. I have to piss."

Quickly, I undress in front of him and get down on my knees in front of him as he commands me.

Promptly, he takes his phone out of his pocket and points the camera at me.

"Open your mouth, horny piss whore. You're going to drink your boss today."

Although he has peed in my mouth before, I still find this exciting. Never before have I swallowed his piss. And he's going to film it too.

When he points his cock at me with one hand and the camera with the other, I feel vulnerable and small. I don't have much time to think about it because there already come the first jets, which of course I have to catch as neatly as possible in my mouth.

"Swallow and don't mess!"

His urine smells strong. A bossy, dominant but deliciously horny smell. What a beast it is. In my mouth, it tastes warm and salty. It comes straight from him, which excites me immensely.

Nevertheless, I do not manage to swallow all his golden rays. I choke and have to cough, which irritates him immensely. He punishes me by coughing heavily while pissing and spitting full in my face.

When I think he is almost done, he takes a step forward and pushes against the back of my head with his big hand so that he can insert his flowing cock deep into my mouth. As he squeezes the last drops out the back of my throat, he breathes a sigh of relief.

"So. That smells good," he says as he shakes his glans dry on my face. That I have to cough until I almost vomit doesn't seem to bother him, he ignores it completely.

"Everything is on camera, so don't get it into your head to ever ignore or disobey me. I know plenty of websites where I can instantly upload your slutty little smut."

Immediately I think of my children. My mother. My job. I do leave it out of my mind not to do what he wants.

"Yes, King."

Smugly, he buttoned his trousers.

"You are totally my horny blackmail slut now, My possession, my property. I'll do what I want with you."

Roughly, he grabs my breasts, pinching my nipples.

"And soon some nice horny porn boobs for the boss too. "

I feel like his utensil, his living toilet and semen dump. His most worthless and at the same time most special possession... And how horny it makes me....

Next time: You're a bastard, Boss.

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