Degradation & Reward


It is, perhaps, an unusual kink, but I get off on being degraded. It is a huge turn on when Master C calls me His filthy slut. I love it when He publicly humiliates me in front of other people.

Nothing cements my place as a no-good, worthless slut than when Master C shows His contempt for me by inviting the other men within our circle to use me and, when they have finished with me, to cum all over me; denying me even the use of being a receptacle for their cum.

I love the filthiness of it, as one by one, they take it in turn to fuck me and discharge their loads all over me.

Sometimes Master C invites them to slap me or pull my hair. On other occasions He reminds me that I am barely fit to even be used by His friends; that they are only fucking me because they have no other need for me.

Even the women in the group are allowed to slap me, or thrash me, and tell me that I’m not worthy of having their partners’ loads inside me. Sometimes I will be forced to lick their partner’s cum from their cunts. Sometimes, when I’m on the verge of bringing one of the men off with my mouth, they will steal him back at the last moment, depriving me of my reward, and take his load for themselves.

I will be denied orgasms because I don’t deserve them. I will be tied up in the corner, unable to participate, able only to watch as the others in our circle enjoy each other’s bodies.

Sometimes however, if I have been a dutiful slut and performed my function to the fullest of my abilities, I will be rewarded and I will allowed to accept their loads in my hungry mouth.

For me, it is the ultimate recognition of my prowess as a slut, the highest reward for a (blow) job well done, a confirmation of my skill as a cocksucker.

When Master C fills my mouth with cum, it is all of the above and so much more besides.

For once Master C has decided that I have earned my reward, that I am not to be demeaned by having his load dumped over my face as punishment for some infraction or inadequacy. He is letting me savour his very manliness, the taste of his essence and, at the same time rewarding me for being a good girl, his slutty little, cum-hungry submissive. When Master C lets the other men fill my mouth, it is my reward for being a good “hostess”.

Afterwards, if I have been good; if I have been a proper slut and earned His redemption, afterwards Master C will run me a bath, wash me clean, kiss me and tell me that I am His “good girl” again. If, however, I have failed to redeem myself, a night, cum encrusted, sore, cold and alone awaits me.

It’s not easy being a cum slut. but then nothing worthwhile is ever easy (with the possible exception of me).

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You said “foo foo”. Our survey said…


Pussy, twat, twinkle cave, flower, fanny (mostly UK, particularly Scotland and Northern Ireland), fud, growler, foo foo, sex, mound, box, cunt, CUNT, CUNT!!

The English language apparently has over 1,000 recognised euphemisms for the female genitalia. I’ve listed a few, off the top of my head, above. Seriously though, 1,000 euphemisms? Somehow I can’t quite see Nick Knowles ever asking contestants to name as many of those as they can come up with on the Saturday night lottery “Who Dares Wins” quiz show… And as for a question on Family Fortunes: “We asked 100 people for a euphemism for vagina…”, Can you imagine it?

Being Scottish, I’ve always quite liked “fanny”; there’s something humorously endearing about it. As often as not, we use it as a moderately insulting term for someone who annoys us, as in: “See him, he’s a right fanny!”, or when someone is dithering, as in: “Stop fuckin’ fannyin’ aroon an get oan wi’ it!” We might even describe someone who is a bit dim as a “Fannyheid”. It’s probably for these reasons that the word “fanny” as a term for vagina has, largely dropped out of use, increasingly replaced by the almost ubiquitous, “pussy”.

Now, we Scots being who we are, are not only increasingly using pussy instead of fanny when referring to a vagina, it’s also beginning to replace fanny in the contexts quoted above as in: “Stop being a pussy” or “Stop pussying about”. I don’t think I’ve encountered the term “Pussyheid” yet, but I’m sure it’s time will come.

Personally, I’ve never liked referring to my lady-bits as a pussy. Firstly, simply down to the fact that for most of my adult life, I’ve kept mine smooth, so there is no luxuriant fur to stroke and secondly because, well, it’s a bit limp really. This is the bit of our body that when used and abused in the right ways, ignites a pleasure in us that the company of a house pet can never match (and if it can, I seriously worry about you). A pussy is a soft and cuddly domestic animal which, fair enough, can be a vicious beast at times, sleeps a lot and needs constant feeding and affection.

OK, so, it’s true, some of the above also applies to my vagina but only in the most oblique of ways.

No, for me, the descriptive word is “Cunt”. It has such a vulgar, earthy sound to it, it rolls satisfyingly off the tongue and is of good, solid, old Germanic/Scandiwegian/Anglo Saxon origin.

A cunt sounds like something that wants, no, deserves to be pummelled and pounded until its owner is a quivering, orgasmic wreck. A cunt sounds like it is there to be invaded, impaled, filled and abused. A cunt sounds as if it was designed for filthy, deviant, sometimes painful but ultimately enjoyable and satisfying things to be done to it, and for them to be done again and again, over and over until all parties are satiated. Whereas a pussy should be petted and stroked, a cunt deserves to be taken, used and fucked.

Another advantage is, that in the derogatory sense, calling someone who is pissing you off a “cunt” is infinitely more satisfying than calling them either a “pussy” or a “fanny”.

Fanny will always hold a soft (and moistly warm) spot in my soul but it’s my cunt that routinely gets fucked.

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The taste of a woman


I can’t deny it. Ever since the very first time I tasted another woman’s cunt, I have been in love, not just with that particular flavour, but with the whole experience of going down on another woman.

There is something so very beautiful about being between another woman’s legs as she opens up for me, as I run my tongue along and between her labia, tasting her and sharing her pleasure.

I love sensing her warmth as I approach. I love the scent of her sex. I love how she reacts as I bring my lips to hers and part them with my tongue; her reactions, so similar to my own and yet so unique as well.

And then there is the flavour of her on my tongue; and the way it changes, becoming richer as her arousal mounts.

I love the lingering taste of her on my lips, long after we’ve finished, parted, returned to our own lives; a sweet memory of the experience.

There is something so intensely intimate about putting my mouth to an other woman’s most sensitive flesh that has, in my opinion, no direct equivalent when I am with a man; even when I am sucking his cock.

When I lick another woman, she is sharing something of herself with me; not just those lovely rich juices that flow so readily from her, but something almost spiritual that I can’t quite explain. In the moment of her release, as her essence floods over my tongue, coating my lips, covering the lower half of my face, I feel a part of her in a way that I never feel when I am “joined” with a man at the moment of his particular rapture. I’m not a religious person, but for me, that moment when my tongue drives her over the edge, and she coms hard against my mouth, is something akin to a spiritual experience.

Yes, I love the taste of a woman.

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A large penis does not a great lover make


I read a quote somewhere recently, it may have been in an article on sex.com, but don’t quote me on that, on the subject of penis size that I rather liked. It went something along the lines of:

Penis size only matters to people who let it matter.

Now, as it happens, I tend to agree with this.

It is, I believe, generally accepted that the average length of an erect penis is in the range of 5½” to 6½”. From the experience of the numerous erect penises that I’ve encountered, this would seem about right, although I admit I don’t actually carry a measuring tape around with me, so I can’t say for certain. What I can say is that from that penile population I have encountered, some have been shorter than average and some have been longer. What I can also state, quite categorically is that the length of penis has made absolutely no difference to how much, or possibly how little, I’ve enjoyed the sex I’ve had with the owner of said penis.

The fact of the matter is I have had penises of all different sizes inside me and I’ve had good sex and bad sex with men irrespective of how well endowed they were.

I’ve said it before, but I think it’s worth repeating, that if I had to choose between size and ability I would choose ability every time. A larger than average penis does not automatically make a man a better lover; and a crap shag from a well hung guy is still a crap shag. The fact that the man in question is generously proportioned tends to make any lack of ability on his part even more disappointing.

And this is the thing, in my experience, and I stress I am only speaking for myself, when I’ve had sex that I’ve really enjoyed, the size of the penis of the guy I was fucking made absolutely no difference to the pleasure I experienced. On the other hand, where the sex was disappointing, there was, perversely, a direct correlation between the level of disappointment I experienced and the size of the guy’s cock. You could say that I actually broke my rules by expecting more from a guy because his cock was bigger, which is, on the face of it, a ridiculous contradiction.

To date, I have never encountered a penis so disproportionately small that I haven’t been able to enjoy having it inside me. Men however, are sensitive about their penises, and actually, for us women, this can be a good thing. Once again,in my experience, men who believe they are under-represented in the penis size department, regardless of whether or not this is actually the case, do tend to try harder to make up for their perceived shortcoming which can actually make them more enjoyable lovers than some of their more well-endowed counterparts.

This isn’t to say large cocked guys can’t be good lovers; they most very certainly can. But I have encountered any number of “larger” men who seemed to think that just being big should be enough to satisfy me, whereas I have found that men who believe they are smaller have a tendency to “compensate” for their “lack” and develop other skill that we women really appreciate.

Of course, what matters most, to me anyway, is ability, coupled with confidence, combined with a genuine desire to make sex as pleasurable for me as it is for them. Fortunately for this slut, she has her slightly larger than averagely endowed Master who revels in my enjoyment every bit as much as His own.

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Punishment: pain or pleasure?


When Master C  spanks/thrashes me it hurts; it’s supposed to; I’ve been a bad girl and He is punishing me for my misdeeds/misbehaviour and punishment is meant to hurt. So yes, there is pain, but that pain gives me intense pleasure.

Being the wayward slut that I am, Master C is never short of a reason to bend me over, bare my arse and apply whatever measure of punishment, delivered by whatever implement He feels is appropriate for the transgression in question. I never challenge Him on it; it His is right to punish me as He deems fit and I have accepted that my actions must have consequences.

Confession time:

  • I have a particular fondness for His belt. I love the sharp stinging pain as it connects with my flesh, and I love the deep, angry red marks that it leaves and that take so many days to heal.
  • I have been know to deliberately misbehave in order to provoke a spanking/thrashing.

Yes, the feel of his hand, or the leather against my skin turns me on, but it is so much more than that. The punishment is, for me, a redemptive act; it is a way of not just earning Master C’s forgiveness, but knowing I’ve earned it. Every time I’ve “failed him”, whether it be not sucking His cock to His satisfaction, to fucking some random guy I fancied in the pub, I know that with every stinging, burning slap or lash, that  Master C is forgiving me as much as He is punishing me.

The mark of Master C’s forgiveness, the badge of His care for me, the sign of His instruction, is the burning red  glow of my well skelpt arse.

So yes, it hurts, yes, it is a pain, but it is a beautiful, restorative pain with an intense deeper meaning that brings me so much pleasure and reassurance.

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Cheating


I’ll be the first to admit that monogamy has never really been my thing. I have also written before about the fact that, when it comes to casual sex, I couldn’t care less if the guy I’m fucking is in a relationship or not. If I’m fucking a guy and that guy happens to be cheating on his significant other, that is their issue, not mine.

But what about my own “behaviour” on this front?

Well, it’s true, I do fuck other guys. I’m not just talking about “The Other Guy”, I’m talking about casual sex with random men.

Is this cheating?

Some would say that it is. I can understand why they would think so. After all, I am in a committed relationship and I am fucking other guys. What’s more, I am fucking other guys whom I don’t even know, I’m just attracted to them at some primal sexual level.

But, and here’s the thing, within the context of my relationship with Master C, so long as I am honest about the guys I fuck, and so long as I am willing to accept the consequences of fucking other guys, then I am free to fuck whomever I like.

For me, it is not the fucking that constitutes cheating in our relationship, it would be not being honest about it. In any relationship, but especially in a poly/non-monogamous relationship, trust and honesty are paramount. While I am free to fuck anyone that takes my fancy, there is an expectation that I will admit that I have done it and, for those occasions where it involves some random guy I pick up on a night out, accept the punishment for my actions.

Now I fully understand that for some, cheating, even where forgiveness and absolution after the fact is sought and obtained, is still cheating. For Master C and I, this just simply isn’t the case. We accept and embrace the fact that sex is an enjoyable act and that, taking the proper precautions, is an act that does not need to be restricted to just ourselves. He allows me the freedom to explore and enjoy my sexual expression. We are open and honest about such things and, if I’m being completely honest, sometimes the punishment He inflicts afterwards is even more enjoyable than the transgression itself.

I guess what I’m saying here is that everyone has different values, and what is right for Master C and me, may, understandably, be completely wrong for others. If you think that my actions mean I am cheating on Him and that I am lucky to have someone so tolerant, then that’s up to you; although I would agree that I am a very luck woman indeed to have someone like Him as my Master.

What matters most is that Master C and I are happy with our relationship; it works for us. We are open, honest, have each other’s full trust and support and no one is getting hurt (apart from my arse when He thrashes me for being a spoiled little slut, but that’s another matter entirely). That, to me, is so much more important than some conventional “morality” based around monogamy.

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Is it in the genes?


What is it that makes us who we are? What drives our sexual urges, appetites, and preferences? Is it nature or is it nurture? Is it something completely random?

Take my sister and me, for example. My sister is three years older than me. To all intents and purposes, our DNA is pretty much identical. We’re about the same height, the same build (albeit my boobs are bigger, but she has a nicer arse), we have the same colour hair, and the same colour eyes. We share a very similar sense of humour, and in most respects, very similar personalities. However, when it comes to sex and sexuality, we couldn’t be more different.

That’s not to say my sister doesn’t enjoy sex as much as I do, because I’m pretty certain she does. Nor has she been without her share of sexual partners; although unlike me, all of her partners have been male.

Whereas I am openly and actively bisexual, my sister has no inclination towards girls. She can appreciate female beauty, she is not attracted sexually to other women.

Another difference between us is that casual sex is not her thing. She’s had a couple of flings between relationships, whereas, you could almost say, I’ve had a few relationships between flings.

I know, she’s never had sex with more than one person at a time, and while she isn’t averse to anal, it’s not a big feature of her repertoire; saving it “special occasions”.

One thing we do have in common is our love of giving blow-jobs. Given that I have previously recounted how I almost walked into her, mid-suck, this didn’t surprise me. Like me, she is also a swallower.

We both enjoy our toys, we both enjoy sex in slightly risky situations, we both enjoy it hard and, sometimes, a little rough, but whereas I enjoy a good thrashing from Master C’s belt, and I have some very obvious submissive tendencies (to put it mildly), my sister is much more vanilla in her tastes. She enjoys the occasional spanking, likes to be restrained from time to time, but by and large, kink is just an occasional bit of fun to spice things up. Anyone who is a regular reader of this blog, will know that for me, kink defines what Master C and I do.

So how is it that two people who have the same genetic heritage, have had the same upbringing, be so different. What made my sister the almost model of sexual respectability, while I am wanton slut? What makes us so different in our sexual appetites and tastes?

Oh, and while I’m at it, why is she able to hold her drink so much better than me?.

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Just take me…


As I’ve mentioned before, I’m am very much a submissive and I love to be dominated. I don’t necessarily mean in a sadomasochistic/bondage kind of way (although, I’m not averse to being restrained on occasion), but just that I like to be taken in a way where when Master C does things to me, it’s simply because it’s what He wants to do and not because He is trying to respond to what I might want. In these situations my pleasure derives solely from the fact that Master C is taking His pleasure from me, doing what He does because He wants to and is enjoying it.

There’s something decidedly primal about it. It doesn’t have to be rough (although it often can be, and that’s fine too), it’s just knowing that Master C is going to take me and do to me as He pleases, and I just have to take whatever is dished out.

It’s the knowing that, when Master C sucks on my boobs, it’s because that’s what He wants to do, and not because He knows I like it. When Master C forces his cock between my lips, into my mouth and deep into the back of my throat, chocking me with its fullness as His strong hand tightens around my neck, it’s because He wants to feel my throat tighten around the swollen head, starving me of oxygen. When Master C sinks his cock into my cunt and begins to fuck me, it’s because of His sexual urge, His most basic need. In that particular moment, the fact that it’s me that Master C’s fucking is immaterial, all that matters is that His cock is inside a tight, warm, wet and willing cunt and that He is going to keep fucking it until He comes. It’s the fact that no matter how caring and considerate a lover Master C is (and believe me, He is usually very considerate), at this particular moment, He is being driven by His own ‘selfish’ sexual desire; my needs are of no consequence and that I’m simply there as a means to facilitate His desire. I am there to yield to Him, to give myself to Him utterly, to receive Him and to be used by Him.

It’s the knowing how much Mater C is enjoying having His way with my body that gives me my pleasure (that, combined with the fact that I’m still getting a bloody good seeing-to). I may not always come in these situations (but I frequently do) but it still leaves me with a deep sense of satisfaction; to have been taken so utterly, so completely, to have been used for His fulfilment, to have Him collapse on top of me, breathless and drained, pinning me beneath Him, His cum warm inside me or on my skin.

Don’t get me wrong, I like tenderness, I like consideration, I love the deep emotional connection of mutual pleasure, but sometimes, what it all boils down to is, I just want to be fucked and I know I can depend on Master C to do just that whenever the urge takes Him.

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On my knees


Whether it’s facing Master C, ready to take His cock in my mouth, or facing away, bracing myself, ready to feel Him in my cunt or arse, I spend a lot of time on my knees.

When I’m sucking His cock, I love to look up at Master C, making eye contact as I take Him deep into the back of my throat. As I kneel between His legs, Mater C puts His hands on my head and forces His cock deeper. I look up through my lashes and see the look of hunger in His eyes.

Turning away from Him, I brace myself, waiting for Master C to take me. The anticipation grows as His hands grip my hips, peaking as I feel the head of His wonderful cock press against the entrance of His choice. My body moves as Master C plunges into me. Sometimes He grabs my hair, pulling my head back painfully, at other times, He’ll push me forward, forcing my face towards the floor as He fucks me with long, hard, forceful thrusts of His magnificent cock.

Of course, it’s not just about blow-jobs and fucking. I kneel to receive His spankings, I kneel when I await the bite of His belt on my arse, I kneel when I thank Master C for my punishment.

I spend a lot of time on my knees, and I love every moment I spend on them.

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It’s as if he hates me


Sometimes I like to be abused. When Master C calls me a filthy little bitch, or a dirty whore, punctuating His words with slaps across my cheeks that bring tears to my eyes and set my cunt juices flowing.

When Master C bends me over his knee, yanks my knickers down and spanks me hard until I cry, I get a warm feeling inside.

When His belt cuts into the skin of my arse cheeks and Master C tells me that I’m a worthless slut who deserves to be punished, my desire to feel His cock inside me grows.

When Master C rams his cock forcefully down my throat, making choke and splitter, I can’t wait to taste His cum.

As Master C fucks me hard from behind, abusing my cunt or my arse, I love it when He tugs my hair, pulling my head back as far as my neck will allow. All the time He fucks me, He’s telling me how I’m just a collection of holes to be used, abused and filled with cum.

When Master C comes all over my face, degrading me, showing His utmost contempt for me as He wipes His cock in my hair, I know I am His, and that I belong to Him.

Later, as Master C holds me close in bed, His strong arms enveloping and protecting me, I am grateful to be His.

Yes, I love it when Master C fucks me like He hates me.

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