Dirty Little Slut

“It’s what you are, you know,” she said.

He nodded.  “Yes, Ma’am, I am.”

“Am what?”

He paused, then licked his suddenly dry lips.  “I…”  He had to clear his throat slightly.  “I am a dirty little slut.”

“What else?”

Another rapid dart of tongue over lips.  “What else, Ma’am?”

Her voice was implacable.  “What else are you, slut?”

“Um…  I am your dirty little slut, Ma’am.”

He heard her laugh.  “Well, yes, I think that’s rather obvious, but I think you’re considerably more than a dirty little slut, too, aren’t you?”

He shifted on the stool upon which he sat, and was reminded again of the plug in his ass.  His cock throbbed, too, and another drop of pre-cum slipped out, and his downcast eyes watched.  “Yes, Ma’am.”

“What else?”

He hesitated and there was a sharp slap of a crop on his ass, making him jump, reminding him again of the plug, and making his cock throb again.  “I am a greedy little bitch.”  Before the crop came down again, he amended.  “I am YOUR greedy little bitch, Ma’am.”

Her fingers closed around the shaft of his cock, squeezing, another drop of liquid oozing out.  “Whose cock is this?”

That, at least, was easy.  “Your cock, Ma’am.”

“So you’re a dirty little slut and a greedy little bitch, we know that.  What part of you in particular is greedy?”

He felt himself blush.  “My ass is greedy, Ma’am.”

“And what makes it greedy?”

“It’s greedy because…  Because it likes to be filled, stretched open.”  He took a breath, then added, “Ma’am.”

“Do you feel it now, all stretched open, filled and plugged?”

He nodded, mutely, and was rewarded with a sharp swat on his – no, not his, her cock.  He gasped.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes, Ma’am, I feel it.”

“Tell me how it feels.”

He closed his eyes, grateful that he wasn’t allowed to meet her gaze.  “It feels… good, Ma’am.  Full and stretched open and reminded that you own my ass, too.”

She leaned over and he smelled her perfume, watched as her pointed red nail traced down the length of the shaft of her cock, then ran her finger over the slit, gathering up a few drops of the liquid.  She held it in front of his face, letting him see it.

“You’re dripping.”

He started to nod, then said, “Yes, Ma’am, I am.”

“Why are you dripping?”

“Because it’s what dirty little sluts and greedy little whores do, Ma’am.  They drip.”

“And how do they clean up this kind of perverted drooling?”

“They,,,  They lick it up, Ma’am.”

She moved the finger to his mouth.  “Lick it clean, slut.”

Obediently, he licked at the finger until it was clean, tasting himself.  Tasting her cock.

“What does that taste like,” she asked.

He lowered his head.  “It tastes like a dirty little slut, Ma’am.”  He paused.  “Or a greedy little bitch, Ma’am.”

She nodded, and cupped his cheek stroking it three times.  Then she slapped the cheek, just enough to sting.

“Just as I thought,” she said.

About MsConstanceExplains

Ms Constance has been actively involved in the BDSM/Leather community since the mid-1990’s. She is the Founder of the Louisville Munch as well as its hostess for ten years, from 1997 to 2007, and was christened as “Louisville’s First Lady” by her community. As a member of various BDSM/Leather organizations, she has been nominated for Pantheon Woman of the Year as well as regional awards, and has been nominated with her slave, drew, for Pantheon Couple of the Year. She serves as Special Events Director for the Great Lakes Leather Alliance. She produces the Bluegrass Leather Pride Contest, sending contestants to Great Lakes Leather Weekend, and was Presenters Committee Chair for Leather Leadership Conference 2010 Great Lakes/Ontario. She has produced and judged Leather events and contests, been instrumental in the organization and creation of various groups and clubs, advised and encouraged other communities and endeavors, and produced a performance by a BDSM comedian. Groups around the country use her writings in information and introductory packets, and she is an occasional columnist as well. She and slave drew hold the titles of Great Lakes Master and slave 2003.

Posted on December 31, 2012, in Fiction, Writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Oh, WOW! Happy holy-hell-scortching-hot New Year!!

  2. Whew! Very hot!

    Just came by to say Happy New Year – thanks for the story!!

    aisha

  3. Ah! A delightful tease of a story. Thank you! and Happy New Year!

  4. oh my! I’m so behind on everyone’s posts (except aisha!)…and then I come here and almost cum apart…

    holy fuck!

    You can write, Ma’am. That was…*fans face*…uber hot. I’m uber hot now. You have a way of making the words transform into a movie in my head…and that is a gift.

    Hug, and a happy, exciting, bliss-filled 2013 to you and yours…

    nilla

  5. There seems to be a theme to the comments, and I appreciate every single one of them.

    That theme is, correct me if I’m wrong, “hot.”

    I kind of like those little vignettes. The sense that you’ve peered in a window for a few moments and seen some kind of scene unfolding.

    Plus, I’m lazy. Those are easy. 🙂

    So, again, thanks to one and all for the kind comments, every one of them is appreciated.

  6. I’ll have to agree it did form a movie in my head. You are very good. Love reading Your writings.

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