What a day today! I have finally come to my very tired house after a long working day and just thinking that I have to s

What a day today! I have finally come to my very tired house after a long working day and just thinking that I have to start studying I stress to rage. In the previous accounts I told them that my name is edAJ and that I work as a sales executive for a real estate company in a beautiful city in Northern Chile. Almost a year ago I started higher education aimed at starting a career of high demand in the market of the commercial area. Someone wants to be proud of me, someone very special wants me to be proud of myself, moving safely down this path that I started more than a year ago since I saw him again; that's why I'm on a permanent regimen to always stay thin, dress up in exclusive and beautiful clothes that highlight my tits and ass, as well as move up to the company where I work. As I think about all this, I head to the bathroom to relax and dive into the tub. I sharpen my hair with a colette so as not to wet it, take off my clothes leaving her throwing it on the floor and I keep only a tiny beige thong. I light some scented candles. The warm afternoon breeze is a caress that runs through my body kissing my skin. I close my eyes and stand still for a few minutes feeling like the breeze gives me a spectacular massage. I look at the reflection of my beautiful body in the mirror. I like to observe that body: I am rather thin and at 47 years old I have an ass still very hard and raised, medium tits with pink nipples, soft, smooth, eager to be kissed by men or women. But that is not possible because that body has an owner, a dominant male, my Master, who has allowed me the honor of becoming my mentor, my guide, in order to educate me and teach me all the manners and amatorial arts that a woman must learn and master to become submissive. It should not be difficult considering that there are only two rules to be obeyed, and which are: a) the submissive must obey quickly and without qualms any order that comes from the Master, and b) in case of doubt, the submissive must comply with the requirements of point (a). That's why I've learned to worry about my body, keeping it always attractive, slender and athletic, my hair very careful and dyed blonde with wicks, minimal makeup, affirming and reductive massages weekly, and a careful hair removal of my intimate areas. My particular shell must show off a total laser waxing, it must always be warm, wet, eager, ready to attend to the slightest insinuation of yours. Yesterday he told me that next week I should find a specialist to write off my big lips to place a gold chain with padlocks that prevent vaginal penetration. He knows that for a year now he's controlled my sex and orgasms, but he wants to make sure anyone who tries to have sex with me understands that I don't have permission, and that it's someone else, not me, who controls my sex and orgasms. I felt humiliated when she suggested to me what I had to do – because he does not command – and implies that a stranger sees me intimately and worse, understands the reason for the pseudo chastity belt; blood rose to my face while a terrible burning took me to the limit of orgasm. Over time I have learned to anticipate the desires of my Master. For example, a couple of days ago I dressed up in a black portaligas, mids in tone, needle heels and nothing else, except for the submissive collar on my neck, and I took several erotic photos with a high-resolution camera, in my bedroom, all offered, a whole lady whore, legs open in front of the camera, giving a perfect close-up view of my face , my tits and my naked pussy, kneeling on the bed of my husband's cuckold. Anyone who knew me and was in my house could perfectly recognize my bedroom. I know that to my Master that excites him, he likes me to freely give myself up, give him control, put me in his hands, give him arguments that force me to obey, so that it is he who decides which photo to show, what video I measure to publish, what actions I should do and with whom, man or woman. That is why I must always be very insinuating, sensual, constantly attentive to your desires because I must be the best of your submissives, your fine whore, openly manifesting and in all places the fiery desire that my body feels for its beautiful cock. My mouth has never despised his semen, made me addicted to that exquisite delicacy, tasteful and sweet for savoring every last drop of nectar of the first and only man I have ever practiced oral sex with. As I recall the intense encounters with my Master, my skin is twisted, my vagina gets more and more moistened to the point that a drop falls from my intimate area and slips down my thighs. "But what a whore I am, " I think. I insert a finger inside and feel it wet, hot, throbbing. I also feel my nipples hard, erect, sensitive. I can't wait for a good. I have not finished for more than two months, faithful to the routine of masturbating 3 times in the day, waking up, at work and arriving home, always without reaching orgasm because I am forbidden. Increasingly, I masturbate more and more anxiously, imagining the types of morbid situations that I will have to face in the future, allowing them to show me naked so that the males around me touch, caress or punish me at their free will, penetrate me without worrying at all about me, just an object, a piece of meat to use and mold at will. Sometimes I imagine myself being punished by one or two women who laugh and subject me at will, caress me, punish and masturbate for pleasure along with pain. I beg you to leave me alone, begging me uselessly between sobs that serve nothing more than to excite them even more, sticking their fingers and tongues through all my holes, kissing me and forcing me to kiss them, to lick their tits, suck their erect nipples. Kneeling in front of them I see their naked and wet sexes rubbing on my face, as I tremble and suffer from disgust just imagining being forced to suck them, to lick them, young sexes of dominant young men who do not take pity on me in the slightest. I feel my nipples hard as stones and my shell soaked and throbbing at the contact of my three fingers coming in and out of it while my thumb does not give truce by rubbing my clitoris in circles, I am on the edge of the unthinkable, a little more and I will cross the forbidden threshold, a little more and I will get to the point of no return, I am so hot that my mind is made to the idea , accepts it, celebrates it, and I imagine giving pleasure to the dominant ones staring them in the eyes while my lips meet with theirs and my tongue penetrates those young and aromatic shells, overcome, I no longer think, I only focus on savoring those vulvas, in giving them pleasure, in belonging to them, in making them feel my Amas.... my Master, my Master... No! I can't finish! I don't want to! And I withdraw my soaked hand and the dominant ones fade into my mind. Just in time, I think, and I fall apart in the cold pottery in the bathroom. I take off my thong and go into the bath tub; I feel the soft, smelly foam. How relaxing! my fingers gently now caress my vulva, I am very hot, I open my vaginal lips and I penetrate the warm water, my clitoris is hard and raised, my fingers are dedicated to playing, going in and out, caressing me and pinching my lips and clitoris, oh God that hot I am, already about to burst again... I begin to moan through the rich spasms, by introducing more my fingers: one, two, three ... mmmmm ricooo!!! Ahhhh.. siiiiiiasiiiii mmMMmM siiii asiiii!!! Take your faithful bitch Amoooo!!! ... Your bitch wants a dick... your cock... I think, imagining myself in the presence of my Master, so!! Almost there!!! I'm exploding!!! ... but I stop again... I am obedient, I must not run, not without an order from the Master. Frustration engies me, stresses me, oh, how I want to cock! I'd do anything to get him to possess me! Gradually the frustration dissipates and I manage to relax without thinking about anything, until the damn phone rings.