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MOB -- My Obedient Bitch MOB -- My Obedient Bitch I read the short note again. It came last week. “MOB: Your time away is done. Return to our favorite restaurant, to the green. Phillip will reserve the private yard for you. You were My Obedient Bitch. Time to take your place here.” Holding His note builds my excitement – breeds my lust each time “My Obedient Bitch”! The pleasure I take from His words! I accept the pains endured to earn them. I ready myself for a repeat performance. I yearn and lust to accept more pain. Even better is when I am told out of the blue, after two years away, to step forward and open myself to be taken and used. To return as MOB – My Obedient Bitch. I had asked Master before, when he held my face in his hands, after withdrawing his cock from my throat, to tell me how I was His MOB. ”You advertise your lust. Your lust for me is the chain you give me to pull you, use you, abuse you. Finally, your lust compels me to breed you all the ways I wish. MOB demands my dick. MOB obeys what my cock demands. MOB lusts for my cock taking my pleasure to churn your own core heat, wrapping your wet clutch around my own steel. Your body – your eyes, the strength of your neck, the lustre of your eyes and lips, the bounce of your out thrust tits, the curve of your ass, the outward thrust of you hairless mound, your tongue peeking out of your open mouth, the clasp of your hands under your tits demonstrating them to the world – all those things and more push my hard dick toward you and the clutching, wet heat you provide. You obey the fire of my prick, wanting it to merge and breed into your own bitch core.” His command re-fires my “MOB” duty and steers me back to this small country village. The restaurant and its staff are all familiar. This is a place for many scenes of my eager service to Master, and to his whims, both simple and deviant. This is a place where my nude body and my base lusts were explored, protected, and promoted. This is a place which now makes my breasts swell. Good Lord, my nipples grow, extend, expand. I think if I pinched them now I must orgasm. Too early, not yet. Maybe a little as I lift my fingers and rub my hard nips lightly. God, I jump and nearly squirt with that. And now my throat tingles, getting ready. I pant waiting for the firm head of His cock. I savor the chance once again to run my tongue over and behind his crown, to suction it into my throat, to capture the sweet taste of the early cum that I know I can pull out of His shaft. This place has seen my skin blossom with punishment. My transgressions, arising from my purposefully not being all obedient on the simplest things, brought me the scourge of His flogging and the stripes from His whipping. I would push out my breasts, ass and thighs into the blows. My nipples would seem to leap forward in hope they would take the full force of the leather He threw at them. I would watch His eyes glow as He threw the falls at me. I would see through the slits of my eyes the signs of His Big Dick growing into an iron rod. I would open my mouth and wag my tongue moaning for His strikes to continue. I cried out at his blows, shouting for him to push His rod down my throat, that He must breed my throat, my cunt and my ass. I would lay back on this same table, legs far open with my mound dripping, waiting for His flails to sting my lower lips, waiting for His command that the waitresses suck my hot clit. I willingly lay prone, anticipating His cock to enter me, directed by these younger girls, and to pound into my core, deep and wide, until I shake and tremble, my cum pouring into the waiting mouths of those young ladies. This is a place dedicated to the lusts of my mind and the use of my holes. Today, empty but for me and soon Master and that same lusty staff, this place is for me, “MOB”. Only. Only if I am bitch enough to stay and obey as Master shall instruct. Two years past since I was released from His service. Told, “You need to discover yourself, to be less sure of your position. Welcome the danger of your bitch.” I then had many months of humiliation. The next day, I was bound, bundled and chained inside a bare utility van and sent away with three burly men for a cross country drive. There were frequent stops – cheap motels, roadside rest areas, camp grounds. I was exposed to many. I was commanded to suck the cum from cocks and pussies. I was given tight t-shirts and stood while strangers lashed and ripped them from my tits. I was put on a stripper stage for the after work crowd, having my holes explored by their calloused fingers and my mouth filled with their dirty cocks. In the evenings I was spread across a picnic table at the back of town and city parks. I was tied naked against chain link fences to be abused. I was fucked, pummeled, twisted, used by many strangers over and over. I was the Saturday Night prize at country dirt track races. I stood naked at the end of the block as hot rods raced to claim me. I was the poker game prize in many bar backrooms. I was the center of gang bangs on buses – even a steam wheeler on the Mississippi where I was held on the bow deck with overhead lanterns, stopping at small docks as we drifted downriver. I learned. I learned I was not a princess. I learned that I was not the fuck toy of one man, as before. I learned that I liked the use and abuse. I learned to show my body to all adults and to accept their leers and groping. I learned to cum fast and hard. I yearned to cum dominated by the roughest and most humiliating men – and women. As we traveled, the groups at the parks grew in size. Other women were brought in and shared with me the mistreatment by these strange men. One or two would follow along with us for a few days, some for a few weeks. We girls were continuously kept naked and open to use. We performed on each other to the cheers of the men, pennies thrown at us as we rolled around each other’s cunts. We took all degradations and humiliations that were brought upon us. We shared our cums, we held each other while shaken by the pounding of cocks of all sizes. We held each other as our bodies shook and bounced from the huge orgasms that were brought from our bodies. That was until their boyfriends or husbands finally were called to come get them. But no one was called to come get me. I stayed. I remained to be humiliated daily and nightly. After many months, I was taken to the West Coast and introduced to a huge man who directed porn movies. He liked my body. I had slimmed and toned. I had learned to strut my stuff. I figured I was going into my place – a high earning star in rough sex<b> pornography. </font></b>It was not to be. Quickly, my fantasies of glory were rubbed out. I was a Fluffer. I had to be on a set most days and many nights. I had better clothes now, but almost no underwear and I was naked most of the time. I worked hard and long. I was good for this job. I kept clean and open. I made sure I ate right and kept exercised. I drank little besides water. The work was hard and taxing. I was available to be used however a man, or woman, wanted to use me. I would not cum fearful my grip I would cause my partner to ejaculate before his money shot. I learned how to control my partner, to extend his or her pleasure until it was time to mount the film star. This was not the prior bang on the picnic table, soaking myself in the juices of many partners. I learned to try harder, to keep my partner on the edge of fulfillment and withholding my own. I found close friendship with a few of the women who had followed along with me during the cross country drive. Either their mate had rejected them, or their mate failed to satisfy their new desire. They kept in contact and joined me in this different life. Most of them were the meat that kept the set workers happy when their hard cocks couldn’t be drained while they filmed, held lights, or did other chores. They were the meat that filled the swimming pools for the post production parties. I called them my Bitch Pack and as a Fluffer crew we were in great demand. I became the star fluffer. I had to be available for the important actors. My job was devoted to keeping the star ready and eager to complete on film what I would start on the sidelines. These big cock stars certainly appreciated my work. After production, when the star had some time for his balls or her cunt to be drained without fear of a new schedule the next day, I was taken back to his or her cave. It was there that I could let loose and seduce these hunks into giving me a continuous and hard pounding. I could let myself be fucked roughly, be bound to the ceiling and to tables, whipped and flogged, pulled and prodded. If it was a long weekend, I could sell myself at a Friday night ‘charity’ auction – sometimes by myself or along with the Bitch Pack. Then came the letter. The “My Obedient Bitch” letter. Master promised two years earlier: After two years of humiliation followed by personal growth I would have the independence in mind and body to choose to continue the life I had adopted. Or I could re-dedicate to Master as My Obedient Bitch. Wow! What to decide? Was I obedient? I no longer felt I needed to be disobedient to get my man to satisfy me. My obedience is different from before. I no longer expected to think for myself. My obedience was to my Master’s thoughts and directions. The only thought independent to me was the lust and desire for my Master’s pleasure. So long it has been. Two years. Lord, I am so, so WET. I wear a sun dress with a deep crevasse reaching to my navel, the edges dangling loosely so that my tits slipped in and out of a watcher’s vision. I wear it to encourage Master’s hands to reach down and pull my nipples out. I think the rattan under my ass is soaked. I have turned to face the sun, letting it glow onto my open thighs. Sitting at the back of the lawn, I can readily keep my bare pussy open – the way I want Master to see me as he approaches. I am proud that the tan on my tits and thighs and pussy is deep. The sun reflects with silky sheen my excitement. I feel the sun heating the oil I rubbed in earlier, before arriving. I feel the oil applied on and in my cunt heating under the strong summer sun. I feel the lube I squirted in my ass held in place by the long, thick plug I inserted – it was the last plug Master had given me and reached far as reminder of the deep, large penetration of his dick. I know what my lust needs. I quickly throw my legs over the arms of the rattan chair. I hold my strong thighs wide and my cunt open and hot to the sun’s touch. What do I want? I want Master to come across the lawn. I need Him to see me with open cunt. I want Him to stride naked across the grass, His large dick hard and straight anticipating my heat, swinging from side to side as He walks. I want to watch the head of that big dick approach my cunt, spread my lips, dwell on my opening. I can taste its entra… “Phillip! How have you been?” The manager, Phillip, has brought over an iced tea, the smell of mint clearing the air. “I have been well. Two years since you last were here, is that right?” “Yes, my time away has been served. I am here to make choices.” “I am glad Master has asked you back. Your beauty is far more seductive than before. Your time away has been good for you?” Phillip reaches, separates my dress, running fingers under my breasts. I smile and lean forward. His fingers attach to my tips. My nipples slip out of my dress. I follow Phillip’s eyes, taking in my turgid nips, dropping lower to see that my vulva is growing, opening, slick. I push out the tip of my tongue, sliding along to add to the shine on my lips. “Phillip I believe you are as aggressive as before!” “It is the way I am, certainly. I remember taking you bent over this same table. Master had ordered you service me.” “You were rough with me. You made me come as I stared across the lawn. I watched you call your waitresses, Amy and Laure, over. They held my legs, firm. Pulled apart my ass cheeks. Sucked your dick. You grew, harder. Laure steered your dick to my ass and Amy stood behind and pushed you in. They held me. You took my ass. You were hard, very hard on me. You lasted, lasted a long time. So many deep, hard drives. The girls spanked my cheeks, pulled my tits. I loved it. I squealed and squirted. This table should be known as the 'Owned Bitch.' I want to carve that in the top." “You are kind. I hope your Master will favor me again. The girls work here still. They are lovers now. And, they love to play and show off. I drain myself into their holes regularly. Our patrons enjoy the demonstrations. They will be most happy to see you. Master told them that your time away was nearly done. I am sure they have been practicing the many ways you will serve them, should Master allow.” A man stood on the back porch. Tall, trim, elegant. Strong, big chest and shoulders. Wearing only a short wrap around his waist. Then the smile. The eyes strong, looking me up and down, drawn by my out-thrust breasts. Searching deeply into my core as I used my fingers to pull apart my cunt lips. I lick my tongue out, wetting my lips. Two girls appeared. Naked. Curves all around – firm bodies with softness where they could be grabbed and used. I called out, “Amy, Laure”. The ignored my call. They ran their hands over Master, rubbing oil in to shine His chest and abdomen. They uncovered His loins. They stroked His cock, pushing its large head out towards me. I nearly orgasmed as He started down the steps and came striding across the lawn. Master stopped in front of me, several feet away. Laure came up behind, reached between His legs and continued to massage His dick. Her hands were small in comparison. I watched them slide over and under the crown – just the way I would do it. I was waving my legs open and shut, my fingers pulled my juices out of my twat. My fingers ran into my mouth, then over my breasts and face. I was wet all over now. I wanted to cry out, “Take Me Now. Cram your dick into my middle. Pound my body with your prick.” All I could do was to hold my mouth open, my tongue flicking in and around my teeth and lips. “My Obedient Bitch, What can you tell me?” “Master, strange men and women humiliated me. I was degraded and abused and used. I was a vessel for the lust of others. Obedience means not to think for myself. My obedience expects others think for me. Later, I learned to use my body, my lust, to make men and women perform sex acts for the camera. And I learned the importance of plain breeding. The vital pleasure of breeding like a bitch. Yes. You were right. I became Your Obedient Bitch. Not so much before I left. Now back home, I am your MOB.” “You have not touched me for too long. Take me. Own me. I want our first touch to be your prong driving into me. Right now! I want your hottest flesh plunging into me, spreading me, pulling my cunt out from me then driving my cunt back into me.” You step forward. I watch. My legs still over the chair arms. My breasts open and pushed up to you, my summer dress far wide. Laure holds your cock at its base. “Laure, steer that piece of man meat into me. Amy, come behind, take my wrists behind me and hold my head up. Make me watch each inch drive into me. Take the palm of your hand, press it on my stomach. Surely you feel Master’s bulge slide back and forth inside my channel.” I watch, my head held firmly. I watch Laure’s hand hold Master’s dick steady. I watch as it enters and slides forward. Laure pushing Master from behind now. Amy pushing me forward to meet Master. Both are telling Master to pound me. I am screaming. My cunt is flowing with its juice. On and on. Deep thrusts, slow pulls. Not so long before I feel this dick widen, flare. Master fills me. And I cum. As I relax, feeling my Master still inside me. Laure whispers to Master. “She understands obedience now. She understands being a bitch for You to breed. You need to understand that when she does tease you with playful disobedience that is because she wants to feel you hurt her. Flog her, whip her, pull her hair, spank her ass, leave bruises and marks. And if you don’t do that for her, we will.” |
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