So normally, I guess I like to tell more of a story. But sometimes the fingers itch, and it's not a story that's there. And sometimes, when that happens, i just put it on one side, unless a story's lurking in there somewhere. But sometimes? Sometimes I just give in (blush) :-).
I suppose there are some echoes in this ,in events and phrasings, to DEAR DIARY - F4M. And, as it stands, this is sort of F4M as well. But it's one word, as far as I can see, or one word twice. And if you change those Sirs to Mistress, or maybe Ma'am, it would be F4F. So I'm posting it as F4A and hoping I don't get into trouble. And, perhaps because of the lack of a story, it's shorter than normal. If that doesn't fit, I'll apologise in advance. But for now, this is TONIGHT. Over to y'all...
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TONIGHT
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When you first told me I had to wear stockings and a garter belt all the time, whether I was wearing a skirt or jeans, I nearly flipped. I mean, you didn't even ask me. You told me. And you said it like you never thought for a minute I wouldn't do as I was told. But that wasn't the crazy bit. The crazy bit? That was when I did it. I started wearing stockings, like, all the time. I told myself it was just a dumb sex thing, and we'd been dating for a while, and what the hell? Why not? But I did it. I did it, and you smiled, and things were OK. And I found out stockings weren't so bad, even under jeans. Like, when I had them under jeans, it was like being secretly sexy. Kind of cool.
But you didn't stop there, did you? One day you up and tell me I'm not allowed to wear a bra any more. I mean, not a-fucking-llowed! And I should have thrown a fit! But I didn't. What i did throw was all my bras. Away. And you never even asked if it was OK, or if I'd done as you told me, or grab hold of my tits to see if there was anything in your way. You just smiled. I mean, you could probably see my fucking nipples, and they'd tell you. Because not wearing a bra, they rubbed on whatever I was wearing and got hard. Like, a lot. Well, that's what I told myself. Why they got hard, I mean.
So there I am, stockings and a garter belt, no bra, and wondering where my head's at. Until you tell me I'm not allowed to wear jeans any more, and I have to wear a skirt or a dress. Like, all the time. And not just any skirt, a short skirt. Or if it's longer, then it has to have a slit all the way up. And what do I do? I go to the fucking store and buy some micro-mini skirts, and some wrap overs that really just wrap, because I figure they count, and some skirts and dresses with thigh splits. And you can't wear that shit without heels, so I buy some high heels. And you smile. Me, no bra, stockings and a garter, a short skirt and heels. I must be crazy. And then? Then you do it again. Because you tell me I'm not allowed to wear underwear at all. Like, no panties. Like, not ever, unless you tell me to. And that should have been the last straw. But it wasn't. I'm damned if I know why, but I said yes. I stopped wearing panties as well as all the other shit. And now? Now I get it. Because one night you showed me the handcuffs. The handcuffs, the nipple clamps, the bed with the ropes on each corner, and the riding crop. And you told me what the riding crop was for.
And what did I say? I said 'yes Sir!'. I said 'Yes Sir', and I bent over and I spread my legs and I grabbed my ankles, and my micro-mini skirt rode all the way up to show my bare bottom. And I think I'd always known what I knew then, and I think I'd always been waiting for it. And when you whipped me, and whipped my bottom so fucking hard, and I screamed and I cried but I never let go of my ankles and never tried to get away, I just hoped you wouldn't hold back, and that you'd whip me every night, then tie me to the bed and fuck every hole I had. And you did, and you have - and as your whip comes down on my bottom again tonight, as the nipple clamps bite into my hard buds, as my tits shake and the chain between them shifts and clinks each time you hit me, as the tip of your cock pushes apart my bruised and burning ass cheeks for the hole you always take first - I know.
I'm your cunt - and I love it.