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September 4th, 2007

This man, the voice in my ear, at times was more interested
in Masterâ??s responses to watching His slave being used by another man than he
was in his own satisfaction. He pointed me to a website for a club he frequents
in Germany
and for some reason I found myself wanting to explain that this isnâ??t play for
me. That this is my life. In the spirit of not destroying the mood, however, I
just let the urge pass without uttering a word.


Iâ??ve begun taking notes for blog ideas when I donâ??t have
time to write so I might be able to remember them and get them down. The
problem with this is Iâ??m finding I donâ??t have the same passion for the blog as I
did when I originally thought of the idea. Iâ??m hoping this one doesnâ??t go that
way.

Itâ??s always been the intention to share my use eventually. In
the beginning, as part of my training, Master gave me to the neighbor a time or
ten to be used by him. Iâ??m not sure how into M/s he is/was, only that he talked
about it quite frequently and enjoyed the Gor novels. And he knows I am a
slave.

It was embarrassing but, when allâ??s said and done, Iâ??ll
probably find it to be one of my easier tasks. The guyâ??s sex life consisted of his
hand and online submissives who had no idea who he was in real life. In the
eleven years Iâ??ve been sexually active, Iâ??ve learned that a man like that will
usually jump at free pussy, regardless of what it looks like, so the offer was
pretty much a shoe-in to be accepted. Except, at first, he said no. He wanted
to â??get to knowâ? me first. I wasnâ??t bothered by it. He obviously didnâ??t
understand the intention behind the offer and he eventually gave up on getting
to know me and just fucked me. I knew he would. That whole free pussy thing.

That â??get to know youâ? thing seems to be a major hang up for
the people Master deems fit to be allowed to use me if ever a chance arises. It
seems no oneâ??s into anonymous sex anymore. And no one seems to be into just
using a slave either. They want to have some sort of relationship with her.
Whether as friends or a mentor orâ?¦ whatever, these men seem to equate sex with some
sort of high regard or something. Itâ??s frustrating. I donâ??t need another
Master. And while I enjoy conversing with all sorts of people on all sorts of
topics, I find it difficult relating to people of dominant persuasion. I guess
I see friendship as something to be had between people on equal ground and I
donâ??t view myself as on equal ground, in any way, shape or form, as someone who
is dominant. Maybe thatâ??s wrong? Maybe my point of view is skewed? Until Master
tells me different, I think Iâ??ll stand behind it.

A while back, Master started making me call random numbers
and see if anyone was interested in phone sex. When I wasnâ??t having any luck
with that (the intention was both to embarrass me and have me used by a
stranger), He decided Skype was the way to go. With Skype, I can change my name
and profile to reflect what Iâ??m looking for. And if people still insist on IMing
me with the intention of â??getting to knowâ? me, I can block them and move on.

Once weâ??d found our medium, the rest was pretty easy. He set
me to the task of breaking my personal orgasm record (at the time, Iâ??d only
ever cum 13 times in one day) and let me loose on Skype. It was embarrassing. Iâ??d
never had phone sex or cyber sex and Iâ??m really not one to â??talk dirtyâ? during
sex so this was completely new to me. By the end, I almost didnâ??t want to close
my legs, let alone touch my pussy. I was raw and sore. But still horny! And
when He fucked me and let me cum for Him, I came pretty hard.

Sunday, when I returned home from work, Master chained me to
the wall and set me in front of my computer with the order to spend the next
hour searching for someone to fuck over Skype. I was reluctant at first, but,
after being warned about my reluctance, gained enthusiasm. Itâ??s not as easy a
task as it sounds. I have to hope my father doesnâ??t get online while my screen name
is â??Come play with meâ? and my profile reads â??Phone sex sounds fun, doesnâ??t it? Come
fuck me. Donâ??t want to be your friend. Letâ??s get off and get lost.â? Beyond
that, I have to sift through the men who want to get to know me (even though my
profile says Iâ??m not looking for a friend) and the men who have accents so
thick I need a translator to understand them. It took about half an hour.

Usually, in an attempt to avoid scaring anyone off, my
response to â??What are you wearing?â? is â??Nothing.â? This time, for some reason, I
answered, â??A collar and a chain.â? He came back with â??Like a little slave girl,
then.â? and my response was â??Exactly like that.â? That set the mood for the remainder
of the conversation.

This man, the voice in my ear, at times was more interested
in Masterâ??s responses to watching His slave being used by another man than he
was in his own satisfaction. He pointed me to a website for a club he frequents
in Germany
and for some reason I found myself wanting to explain that this isnâ??t play for
me. That this is my life. In the spirit of not destroying the mood, however, I
just let the urge pass without uttering a word.

I donâ??t remember much else about the call. I remember almost
cumming twice before gaining the courage to ask him if he wanted me to ask for
permission to cum before doing it. I think he misunderstood my question as a
way to call his attention to me being almost there. In a sense, I guess, it
was, but the real reason I asked was that some dom/mes prefer that.

When the call ended, he told me to ask Master for him if he
could play with me again. Thereâ??s not been an answer yet, but Iâ??m guessing it
will be no. It really makes no difference to me. With these phone calls, Iâ??m a
plaything to be used and thereâ??s no bonding in that. At least on my end.

Afterward, Master ordered me to the floor and I spent a good
deal of time licking and kissing His legs and feet while He flogged me. The
kiss of the leather was amazing in my already heightened arousal. The first
orgasm, for me, is only the beginning of my sexual appetite. With each
successive orgasm, I become more and more aroused. And when my mouth found His
cock and balls I was in heaven. The taste of His cum as it wetted the inside of
my mouth and throat was enough to make me wish I was in a place to beg to cum
again.

Thereâ??s something about licking His balls and sucking His
cock that really sends me head over heels. His scent filling my nose, His taste
teasing my taste budsâ?¦ Just, yumm!

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