I decided to create 30 posts of assignments Masters Tyrone and Michael have given me as a companion to my YouTube series, “Thirty Things You Didn’t Know You Wanted to Know about Master’s Plaything Series.”
I won’t post every day, but I will write something at least twice a week. While I have several assignments in mind, and some will include the same post as I put on YouTube as they will be central to me and my Masters instead of the fiction stories. And my Masters’ are busy and don’t give me assignments daily.
I want you to know that every act of submission I post in this 30 Days series is true.
Edging is something I profoundly love. I am a masochist for edging. I have a threshold for pain. I only like those that give me great pleasure, so I am not the type of masochist that wants to be beaten so hard I bleed or have an entire body of bruises. A few bruises from just the right Dominant’s love blow, and bites are trophies I proudly wear.
But edging. The longer the time the better, and the more toys added, and impact play thrown in, I’m on board.
Master Tyrone called on his way back to his office from lunch. Our conversation was casual, talking about our day, catching up on how I’m coming along with the latest set of short stories. (Horrible), but that’s another post for another time.
His drive took twenty minutes before he reached his office. I expected a “talk to you later, sub,” and then for him to hang up. He sat silent for a few seconds.
“You said it’s cloudy, right?”
Yes, Sir. Hot and cloudy, no wind blowing, and the humidity level is around 60%.” (I knew all of this as I pay strict attention to the weather throughout the day. It is a habit my late husband, who was a farmer, instilled in me).
“Good. Go out on your deck and get some sun.”
“Yes, Sir.” My mind was on sitting beneath the umbrella topless, and letting the UV Rays tan me.
“Not just on your tits like last week, completely nude.”
“Um.” My mind raced. I had to switch from easy enjoyable on the lower deck to lying on the hard wood floor just a towel beneath me on the upper deck where visibility from my neighbors is limited, and also full sunshine covered the deck at two o’clock.
“You’ve done this before.”
“Yes, Sir. Just planning it out in my head.” It wasn’t a lie, but every time he commands me to get on the deck nude, my heart races and dread fills me. I just know one day I’ll be pulling off my top and turn my head and have one of my neighbors staring back at me.
“I want you to lay twenty minutes on your back and the same amount of time on your stomach.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want you to spread your legs wide and rub your clit the entire time you’re outside.”
“Front and back sides?”
“Yes. Both sides.”
“Yes, Sir.” I moaned my reply. It’s been too long since I had that pleasure.
“You are not allowed to come.” His command interrupted my erotic musings.
“While you’re outside, I want you fantasize about being a paid hostess to a group of black men on a Saturday college game day. You’re only in your collar and heels.”
I wish I could record him, letting my audience hear his commands. It’s never about what he says, but his tone, inflection, pauses. His voice melts me every time I hear it. And all I want to do is please him.
By the time he’d finished, I believed he and Master Michael had already planned a weekend at one of their houses with eight of their friends for me to service.
My heart quickened. I sat there, mind racing until he finished and asked the all important question. “Is this just a fantasy or is this in the works.”
“You never know.”
I understood that comment. “Yes, Sir. Very possible. Just need to mentally prepare myself.” Honestly there’s no way to prepare oneself for a full day of serving ten men. I can fantasize, and of course, Master Tyrone mentioned that after I finished the assignment, I had a new subject to write a short story.
Yes, Sir. Enjoy…”
“Oh, and put your butt plug in.”
My mouth dropped. Master Tyrone was being generous. My nipples pebbled and my pussy throbbed, and I hadn’t started the assignment.
Yes, Sir. Have a good afternoon.”
“You, too.”
Readers, have a fun filled kinky day. Oh, you’ll have to wait until the book comes out to find out what happened. I will say, there was an unexpected incident that I can’t wait to share.
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