My Perfect Submission

Slowly I started licking every inch of His shaft, smelling my own sex all over His cock as I savor the taste. This is my moment to catch my breath and even more important, let my mind catch up to itself. Inch by inch I worshiped His cock, making sure not to miss any of my slop, taking His balls into my mouth before returning to the tip of His cock.

"Ride," He said, knowing full well I wanted Him in my ass badly again.

I turned around and guided my ass down onto His hard cock as He remained seated comfortably on the couch. My ass was still slick and completely loose as I slid down fully onto His cock. A guttural moan instantly rose up in me as His cock went deeper into me than it had all evening. All the way down on His cock and all the way back up again, just like He has previously taught me before. Showing Him how badly I wanted and needed His cock, I impaled myself harshly on His full length over and over again. It felt amazing and I could feel my need to cum rising up from my cunt yet again as I rhythmically went up and down. However, there was a rising pain in my legs which kept my own pleasure ever so slightly at bay.

My legs had begun to cramp from the angle I was impaling myself on His cock at. My knees began to shake and so did my voice as I started to beg Him that my legs couldn't take it. It was as if it fell on deaf ears though, I know He heard me but I could even hear in my own voice the sweetness of my own begging. To a sadist that must be like music, to me it just made me beg more in hopes He would help me.

"Clean," He said.

His one word commands are all I need to know what to do and hearing that I could taste my fuckhole again on His cock was a massive relief to my legs. Again I went about cleaning off every inch of His cock, rubbing some on my face so I could smell my own hole while I continued to lap up all my slutty juices.

"Turn around," He barked at me while He reached for the lube.

Once again I got back onto the ottoman, sticking my ass in the air at Master, only this time I did not put my hands on the ground, instead balancing my weight on my upper chest while I reached back with both of my hands and spread my ass wide open for Him. I wanted Him to destroy my ass with His cock and He wasted no time at all doing just that. He thrust hard and violently into my waiting hole, every last inch filled me completely and started pumping in and out of me at a hard, deliberate pace.

All I could do was scream out from it as the pleasurable pain took me over completely. I was nothing but a hole for His cock at that point, I wanted Him to use me with no regard for my own pleasure. That in itself became my pleasure and my cunt was squirting my juices from it all.

Right when it reached its fever pitch, Master pulled out and stepped away, turning away from me towards the glass topped coffee table in room.

"Eat my ass pig," He hissed at me while He began jerking His cock off in short strokes standing over the table.

Wasting no time at all, I got behind Him on my knees and spread His ass cheeks so I could better bury my tongue in His depraved hole, rimming Him as best I could while He milked His cock of every last drop of cum. I could hear Him breathe deeply and His balls rise up in front of my chin while I kept on eating His ass like I hadn't eaten in days and didn't let up until He stepped away almost giggling to Himself it seemed.

Master had a big surprise for me at that very second. A few weeks prior He had mentioned to me that He had started taking an herbal supplement called horny goat weed. It was supposed to increase load size and after that mention of it, it left my conscious memory; that was until the moment He stepped away.

There, splattered across the glass of the coffee table was the biggest load I had ever laid eyes on. All I could do was kneel, stare and smile at it, my mind half blown by the sheer volume of cum before me. I looked up at my Master, drunk on the moment waiting for Him to tell me I could devour the gift He laid before me. A nod of His head was all it took before my lips hits the table and I began slurping up His cum like the greedy cumpig I am.

Master has the best cum I have ever tasted. He knows how much I love it and spoils me even more by drinking pineapple juice to make it taste even sweeter to me. This was a time like no other though and I took my time lapping it all up. I could feel it running across my tongue as my mouth filled with it all. I was only half way through the load when I had to swallow, my mouth filled completely with His cum. As soon as I swallowed, I was right back to licking the table clean. Not one spot was missed as I checked and rechecked to make sure every last drop was where it should be, down my throat and in my tummy. I showed Master the second mouthful before swallowing it all down.

I sank back onto my ass as the shock of the size of His load washed over me. I couldn't help but giggle from it all. I was dumbfounded by His generosity and couldn't help but to be in awe that He went through the trouble of taking something just so He could spoil me like that. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed Himself a beer before sitting outside on the balcony for a cigarette while I got up to wash up as He signaled I could.

The cold cloth felt like heaven on my sore, abused fuckholes while I washed up in the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and could see my own slop dried upon it while I fixed my disheveled hair, my eyes were sparkling still from the hard use and I had a smile plastered on my face that nothing could wipe off. I was glowing, as I always do when Master as used me so perfectly. I turned in the mirror and admired the welts His crop has left on my skin earlier in the evening before turning the light off to go back in the main room, helping myself to a beer in the kitchen before taking my spot on the floor.

This is always a nice quiet time. Post use, catching my breath, my body slowly recovers its energy while my brain tries to process everything that had just happened. Like the calm after the storm and in this case, the storm had a torrential downpour of cum that left me in awe and completely satisfied. Master came in from outside and I myself decided to go for a smoke. He warned me it was cold so I put on a nice big hotel bath robe before stepping outside to enjoy the ocean night time breeze. The cold air was refreshing on my body as I relaxed sipping my beer, the happiness of being with my Master was complete and I couldn't help but sit there smiling to myself. When I came back inside, Master was getting dressed, He wanted to go out and grab a bit to eat but I was content enough to stay put, my tummy filled with cum and relax in a nice hot bath.

I filled the tub with soothing hot water and turned the jets on. My body was aching from Master using me and I laid back and relaxed as the heat worked wonders on my sore muscles. I played with my sore cunt gently while I licked my lips, still being able to taste my slutty juices and Master's cum on my skin. I got out of the tub before my skin went wrinkly and dried off before wrapping myself up in a bathrobe and lying on the bed, completely spent.

I never even heard the door open to the suite, my soak had drained all my energy and I was fast asleep when I awoke to Master walking into the bedroom and let out a laugh at my exhausted state. I adjusted myself in bed while He got undressed and slid in next to me. I was spent but still unbelievably horny. It is as though my holes cannot get enough when He is around even if they are sore and ruined from Him already. Master was just as sore as I was though as I sunk my mouth down on His cock even though I knew to be gentle. He had fucked me so hard earlier, He fucked Himself raw in the process, so the taste of His cock was nothing but a nice tease before bed as He dismissed me from His cock with a laugh over the situation. I snuggled into my side of the bed, tasting Him on my lips and faded off to sleep quickly.

The sun wasn't even up yet when I felt Master reach over and wake me up in His normal way. Grabbing me by the hair and dragging me over in bed a little to get my attention. Half a sleep I always rise up, knowing breakfast is about to be served as I always worship Master's morning wood and get to swallow down His morning cum. This morning was a little different as He let me rise up and then told me to get into the tub. Seems this morning Master was going to shower me down before He was going to feed His depraved pig its morning treat.

I got into the tub, the morning sun not even risen to cast light into the room. My eyes were half shut still but my hand was immediately on my cunt, rubbing it instinctively the second I felt His hot piss hit my tits, raining down on my body. His piss lubed my cunt as I continued working my clit while the last drops splattered on my tits. He left and crawled back into bed while I washed up in the tub before following on His heels. The second I took my spot beside Him, He grabbed my hair and thrust me towards His cock.

"Get to work pig," He said as I took His semi hard cock in my mouth and began worshiping His cock, our usual morning ritual.

My one hand found my cunt and was working my cunt, the other gripped the base of His cock while I bobbed my head gently up and down to start His day right.

"Let me see that sloppy cunt pig," He said, breaking my focus on His cock.

I got up and sank my juicy cunt down on His cock, straddling Him, getting every inch into my swollen pussy I could as I started to ride Him. My cunt was still a sloppy mess from the night before, I can't help but be a wet mess in His presence, His cock sliding in and out me while I rode Him up and down.

"Ass," He said before I got too comfortable on His cock.

My cunt was just there to lube up His cock before sliding it into my ass after all. Despite being swollen and sore, His cock filled my ass with little resistance as I let out a moan from the early morning pain and pleasure. All the way in and all the way out I rode His cock and I could feel His cock rising up to meet my ass with every stroke of my hips. His hands found my nipples and pulled hard on them, giving me the pain He knows I need so badly to greet my own orgasm which was quickly approaching from deep down in my cunt.

"Please Master, please can I cum?" I begged, bucking my hips wildly against Him.

"Yes, cum on that cock in your ass you filthy pig," He said to me, twisting and pulling my nipples even harder than before.

Feeling like he could have ripped my nipples right off my tits, my orgasm exploded through me. He only responded even more strongly to me cumming on His cock by fucking me even harder right through it.

"Clean," He said, breaking me away from my own moans while I hopped off His cock and hungrily worshiped the slop on His cock.

The taste of my own ass once again filled my senses completely while I licked every last inch. Moving down I took each of His balls in my mouth before moving on to His ass to get an early morning taste of Him.

"Ride," He said before I got too comfortable with my head buried in His lap.

My ass found His cock and I was once again impaled instantly on Him. This time Master pulled me down closer to Him and began pounding my ass hard. Again I began to beg to cum, but this was Master's turn and I could feel His cock shoot off His load into my ass. The feeling alone triggered my own orgasm as His warmth filled me up. He pulled His cock out of me and I reached down and gently licked the cum off His cock before He pushed me away due to His own sensitivity.

I curled up beside Him again, same smile from the night before spread back across my face while I drifted off again into an early morning nap, my ass filled with His cum. I woke up only a short time later, Master already in the other room and starting His day. I stretched out in bed happily content and pleasantly sore; my holes still slick with wetness as I reached down to coat my fingers and give myself a taste on my own slutty holes before I jumped out of bed.

I used the time alone to myself to clean up and collect myself a bit before joining Master in the other room. In the lead up to seeing Master, every one of my movements had a thought behind it, my anticipation made my head swell with a thousand thoughts a second. But the morning brought new clarity. My brain was not in over drive, I could finally just be, relaxed and confident, satisfied in my own submissive space. I prepared a small enema to start my day before getting in the shower to let the hot water wash over me, a fresh canvas for Him to sully with depravity.

I threw on a robe loosely before joining Him in the other room. He was going about His own business, having a cup of coffee, starting His day. I felt almost invisible when I walked into the room, not because He didn't acknowledge me, but because I knew He had other things to attend to. I made myself coffee and sat on the couch on the other side of the room. That was when my waiting game of the day began.

The anticipation silently crept over me again, I oddly felt slightly out of place while I quietly entertained myself, trying not to disturb Him. Weeks I had pined to be at His feet, all I wanted to do was be down on my knees, regardless of if I had His cock in my mouth or not. I could have been His footstool for all I cared or quietly played with my cunt by His side. But I knew better than to disturb Him when His focus was elsewhere, so I just waited. I was there to be at His beck and call, not the other way around after all.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, He adjusted Himself in His chair and without looking up from what He was doing, called me over to gently worship His cock with my slutty mouth. I could have tripped over my own feet I was so happy to be relieved of my attempt to keep myself busy. I had to reign in my eagerness to devour His thick cock, when He says gentle He means it. His skin tasted amazing in my mouth; every time I went up and down on His shaft I just wanted more and more of Him in me. My mouth flooded with spit every time there were a few drops of precum flavoring His sensitive tip, the taste just made me more and more hungry. But it was only a tease. He dismissed me from His cock before I got fed anything.

Either He liked to torture me or He was still sore from the night before. Regardless of the reason, I let out a giggle rather than a sigh. At least I got to worship His cock. My tummy was still rumbling as I backed away from Him and I realized I had not eaten anything but cum and piss since I got to San Fran, a true diet of a fuckpig but not one I could sustain any level of energy with. I excused myself with His permission to get ready to venture out on my own for a while and find some food. He had His own appointment to get to, so I would have some time to myself for the afternoon.

Years of being apart from my Master had made me very independent, so venturing out on my own was no issue at all. It was cold and rainy, a far cry from the warm weather I was hoping for making all my miniskirts useless for a walk, but it was a far cry from the frigid temperatures back home so the fresh air walk was relaxing. Despite the gorgeous view of the ocean and the clear lack of snow, my mind was still only on Him. I found a nice, quiet restaurant which over looked the bay, treated myself a nice big glass of wine and an equally nice meal. I strolled with a coffee afterwards, if only to kill time until I could be at His feet again. I spend so much time apart from Him, all I want is to be with Him when I have the chance, everything else just seems like time to kill. There were no men around for me to even offer a blow job to, the perfect way to kill 20 minutes, so I headed back to the hotel.

The suite was empty; I knew I still had a lot of time to myself which was perfect as I had to prepare my body all over again in case Master wished to use me once again when He returned. I had a little soak in the tub again to loosen my body up before moving onto my enema ritual. Filling the bag up with water, I reached down and felt my battered asshole. It was sore, swollen and still craving His cock none the less. I placed the tube into my ass and let the water flow into me. With every drop filling me up, I could feel I was raw and a slight pain rise up in me. I had to grin and bear it though; it is all part of the ritual of getting ready for Him.

I could hear the door to the suite open and close, Master had returned but I still had to continue with my ritual, it could not be rushed. I finished up and joined Him in the other room. He had grabbed some food of His own and was eating when I walked in. He offered me a glass of wine while I took my place on the couch. I could tell He was tired and so I relaxed myself, watching the sports highlights with Him. It was going to be an early night, despite my body screaming at me in lust for Him. I poured myself another glass of wine and went out on the balcony for a cigarette before joining Him in bed for the night.

I woke up in the morning surprised to be alone in bed, shocked almost that Master had not awakened me with the usual hair pull to service His morning wood or golden shower. I got out of bed, washed up and walked into the other room hungry for my fuckpig breakfast of cum. I knew He would feed me when He was ready to, so I made myself a cup of tea to start my day with.

No sooner than I took my first sip, Master called me over to take a spot at His feet. I could see His cock was half hard already as I knelt in front of Him. He didn't have to say a word, I knew what He wanted and my mouth watered as I took His cock in, slowly working myself deeper down in His shaft. Cock first thing in the morning is like candy to me, I just can't get enough. I made sure not to ignore His balls and took them each into my mouth, sucking on them knowing they held the meal I wanted so badly before returning to His cock once again.

Master shifted His weight and spread His legs wider, giving me easier access to His ass as I moved down to give myself a taste. My tongue flicked across His asshole before I buried it as deeply as I could. I could smell His skin and taste His sweat, I was getting drunk on it as I tried harder and harder to snaked my tongue deeper and deeper, His words of encouragement driving me on.

"Here it is pig, you want your breakfast," He asked as I mumbled my pleas for His cum into His ass, my tongue not wavering at all.

I could feel His balls rise up against my face while I kept on eating His ass, telling me my meal was seconds away. Master jerked His load out, onto His stomach, the perfect plate for my food.

"Feed,' He said as He shifted His weight allowing me to come up for air from His ass, a big, gleaming load of cum sitting there for me to feast upon.

I wasted no time at all diving in, licking every last drop up with my tongue. I am a greedy pig first thing in the morning, swallowing every little bit down, savoring it to the very end. I licked the cum I could see off the tip of His cock before sitting up with a huge smile on my face.

"Thank You Master,' I beamed.

Despite my greed for cum, I know never to forget my manners.

"Turn around pig, ass in the air,'' He said told me, His smile as big as mine.

My cunt was slick with need and almost dripped with His command as I put my face down to the ground, ass vulnerable to Him completely. I heard the familiar sound of the bottle of lube being flicked open and closed; I knew exactly what was coming my way.

He wasted no time at all, lining His had up with my cunt and with just a few short strokes, Master was yet again wrist deep in my cunt making me His depraved hand puppet. I was sore and swollen but that did nothing to slow Him down, if anything my screams egged Him on even more. He was brutal barely warming me up before He was punch fucking my ruined hole. His fist easily sliding all the way in and all the way out. I couldn't tell if I was in extreme pleasure or extreme pain, all I could do was spread my legs wider as my need to cum grew. My orgasm burst like a flooded damn, I was completely helpless to it all the while His viciousness grew. I was being rearranged from the inside out and I was seeing stars from it all. When He finally withdrew His fist from me, a stream of squirt erupted from my cunt, soaking the carpet beneath me.