A gift for the host

Pet had a date the other night. So did I. We were both going to stay the night with P. Sir stayed home to watch "the best baseball game ever".

After a stop to visit a friend, she & I went to his place. He was still working, but I have a key. Pet was tortured, and prepared dinner bound. Quite entertaining. We still had some time to kill so I decided to wrap up my gift to the host and set it right by the front door.

I wanted it to be the first thing he saw when he walked in.

This is the view facing the door. Click for the view he saw coming in. *evil grins*

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Does this dress make me look slutty?

I just gotta be me. (Even when nervous in hotel rooms...) ;)

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This is me.

I never used to show my face online. I never used to show my pussy online. Then maybe one or the other. Never both. I was embarrassed, but never quite ashamed.

Now I simply don't care. This is me. My name is Laurie. I am a slut. And damned proud of it.

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Public Exposure: The Third Birthday Fantasy

This Birthday Fantasy has proven to be the hardest so far to write about. Not because I don't remember what happened. I do. Because I don't know how to explain the depths of my mind this touched, the doors that were opened. Some can never be closed again.


I said my first Birthday Fantasy was for the submissive, my second Birthday Fantasy was for the slut, and that this year it was the masochist's turn. Masochism isn't always about pain.


The only way I was going to get this written was one little piece at a time. I chose #FucktoyFriday tweets. There is no way to explain. Really. This is only skimming the surface of that night.

She prepares me for the night, shaving me, stroking me. Sir watches with an evil gleam in his eye. "Make sure she's smooth."

"You can't cum tonight until I do & a lot of men will fuck you first. Now sing 'Happy Birthday to Me.'" The Hitachi clicks.

I gave up consent. No safeword. Only 'Yes Sir.' I'd perform for & service anyone, anywhere, he said all night. I was scared.

"Should we go to the adult theater first, or perhaps something a little more public?" he growled, fist wrapped in my hair.

"You two sluts are going to make me lots of money tonight." I glared. A hard limit. I bit my tongue. Consensual nonconsent.

As we toured the club I was overwhelmed. So many people. Little did I know I would be a stop on the next tour 20 min later.

"A shot of Patron will boost your courage." We sat. He spread our legs & showed our dripping cunts to all. I closed my eyes.

I open my eyes and groan, turning away. "What's wrong slut?" "I saw them closing in." He drags me thru the bar. They follow.

He pulls a curtain open & throws us on a mattress. The men penetrate us. The open curtain invites more in. "Make me proud."

When I hear the tour guide "As you see some of the ladies take on several men" I cringe. I'm in public. A cock enters my ass.

"Are you enjoying a stranger's cock? In front of all? Answer me!" Only one answer is allowed. "Yes Sir" I scream. "Whore."

Any remaining dignity shatters. I arch, scream, & cum fucking the cock in my ass. I cum again loving the audience.

At the bar Sir & pet stroke me, spread me. So many eyes. "How are you enjoying the birthday so far?" as his fingers enter...

I resist. Too much, too many. Red. Consensual nonconsent. The hands persist. I arch back onto the bar & the orgasms roll.

I meet the eyes of a few watching me writhe. I cum more. Harder. Loudly. The cocks begin to circle again. I want all of them.

Sir grabs my hair. "Pick one." I point to the closest man. "Take her & do what you want." I'm dragged away. Sir doesn't look.

The man takes me downstairs into a dark room, pulls off my dress, gropes me roughly, pins me, takes me. Rapes me. I miss Sir.

As the newest stranger slams my cunt I feel abandoned. Unwilling. Ashamed. Merely a whore. Sold property. An orgasm builds.

I exist for this man to fuck. And all others. Because Sir said so. Because I know it is true. I cum shamelessly, milking him.

I scurry back to Sir. "Good girl." He holds me in his arms while pet dances. My legs spread. More men look. I smile at them.

Sir leads us to a room & closes the door. Quiet, private, alone except for the glass wall. "Lick her cunt until I say stop.”

With pet writhing under my tongue & fingers Sir begins to beat me. I raise my ass toward the glass wall & moan. They watch.

Finally floating out the parking garage inspires rape fantasies. Adult theater or hotel? It's not over. It's Sir's turn now.

For the next two hours we are reminded who owns us & why. He shows no mercy, pounding our sore whore holes. Using us. "Mine."

As I sit at his feet, my head on his knee, I am still twitching. I look up & smile. Thank you Sir for a wonderful birthday.

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The "Before" Picture

This is part of a picture Sir took before we went out Friday to celebrate my birthday. This is hot but far, FAR hotter is where my head was at that moment. That doesn't show in a picture. And it is so hard to write.

I had given all of my power to Sir. I had agreed to "Total obedience. No control. Blind faith. Consensual nonconsent. All night. Public." He had just thoroughly put me in my place, physically and mentally. And we were going out. I was going to do anything and everything I was told to do, whether I wanted to or not. Sir was in familiar territory. He knows Portland. And he knows my mind.

I was terrified. I felt slutty. I felt beautiful. I felt like worthless holes. I felt loved. I felt like property. I needed cock. I existed only to be used. I knew I was going to love it all...

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Coming Out

This weekend was amazing. I have been saying all along it was like a coming out party for me. Being the way I am online and in private... but this time publicly... in full view of anyone... I am sure the story will eventually get written. I am still kind of processing it all.

It isn't just my birthday I was celebrating. I am also celebrating two years of kink, and one amazing year with pet. One year today in fact. The story of our meeting is here.

Last night she gave me a present as I was preparing to be evilly nice to her... and she took me from mean to mushy in 3 seconds flat. It is beautiful. I will wear it proudly.

Coming out in my real life. But only for those who grasp the meanings...

I love you pet. :-*

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Pulling her strings...

Some people love to watch it when pet & I play. At the time, though, we aren't really thinking about the audience. (Now why does that word make me squirm so much this week?)

I do love to pull her strings... control her... and apparently it shows on my face when I do...

So much torment... so little time... *evil switchy grins*

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Dragonfly Sleeve

I asked pet how she would like to walk around Portland this coming Thursday with her arms bound behind her.

I need to use a shorter rope next time, but had so much fun tying her up like this that I left her bound to sleep... and it made a very nice surprise present for an early morning visitor.

Here is the video of how to do this dragonfly sleeve tie. It is very easy, and very restrictive... ;)

As for me... I have nothing to do except wait for Thursday. Pet has my suitcase and is packing it for me. I don't have to drive. I only have to wait... and be tormented...

I'm not sure which is worse. Sir's torments about his plans for me... or my imagination continually running over the possibilities... horribly degrading images flashing through my mind at the oddest moments...

This week is going so fast...

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My Twitter Date

It has been a week since my Twitter date. I haven’t written about it. I even missed Sinful Sunday and Wanton Wednesday. That isn’t like me. Even the move isn’t an excuse.

It's just a date, right? A fun filled, naked, slutty good time, right?

It’s not like it is my first Twitter date. I have met three others that I only knew from Twitter before, and written about them all, even if not identifying the men.

It’s not that the date was a bust. Exactly the opposite. There was an instant chemistry, a connection. On both sides. It was probably the most amazing blind date I’ve ever had.

Maybe that’s why I haven’t written about it. I was surprised at how intimate things got, and how quickly.

He flew in around 4:30. Allowing for time to get to his hotel and get ready, we agreed to meet at 7. I was the only item on his agenda. Sir and pet went with me, as chaperones for my safety. And, of course, for what hopefully be a fun evening.

We met, and things went well. We went back to his room. Things went amazingly well. Several hours later, he left to get back on a plane and go home.

But it’s still not over. The date has continued on. Pillow talk via direct messages and phone calls. Plans for the next time. Sweet nothings and promises of terribly wonderful things still to come.

I tend not to blog about the more intimate part of my relationships. That part is personal. Bits and pieces of what went on that night have spilled over into the public timeline on Twitter. This past #FucktoyFriday there was a personal, erotic torture for me.

I will leave you with those. Some are mine. Some are his. All make me remember... and moan...

“Trembling I am led into the restaurant by Sir. A tall man stands & I am given to him to be used as he pleases for the night.”

“A soft touch on the arm. A whispered breath in your ear. ‘Tonight you are mine.’ A shudder consumes you.”

“As the stranger slides the knife over my skin Sir watches. ‘This is very sharp. Don't move or I will cut you.’ I moan & arch.”

“’Hold still’, you hear me say softly. The tip of the knife slips under the hood of your clit.”

“I recover from cuming hard & see you slide the knife on pet's body now, Sir pinning her. I pull her open, exposing her clit.”

“It's cute the way you stick your tongue out when you get that evil smile. Next time I'm putting a clip on it.”

“‘If you thread the ropes through her ankle cuffs, then pull them like *this*, they constrict her cunt. Like a puppet.’”

“The ropes bite your ankles, tied tautly to your hair. With a moan, you feel my fingers explore your cunt.”

“I hold your naked struggling body beneath me as the orgasms rip through your body.”

“A single command, ‘Kneel’. You open your mouth, eagerly awaiting my come.”

It's not over. It hope it has only just begun.

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