Me being ' Dommed'

Cunt's bound, tortured, squirting, paingasm


Things I notice but never say....

Masters do more, much more for their subs/slaves (well ... good Doms) then just use and abuse them for their own pleasure.
I admit that is really important to me and there's nothing more fulfilling for me then being of good use to my Master but there is more.
Little things that are really important to me and make me feel I'm being validated, wanted and needed.

Things like touching me other then in play, the kiss on the forehead, the holding each other before He steps out of the shower and makes me feel small, that hand casually running through my hair while we watch TV.
I crave His hands all over me, I love them no matter where they happen to land.
Just that one touch....It reminds me that I'm His.

He is proud of me and relishes in the fact that I am His—that I belong to Him and no one else.
It makes me want to be better for Him.

He lets me cry when I am sad or angry, pissed the hell off, or just a mess with mascara running down my cheeks.
He lets me be okay with not being okay once in a while.

He always forgives me.
Despite how hard I try, I have and will make mistakes, fuck things up, say the wrong thing, or just do something crazy.
Before I can forgive myself for doing something wrong and start fresh I need His forgiveness first.

I need to know that the slate has been wiped clean, all wrongdoings have been forgiven in order for me to move on.
He communicates.
I validate His efforts to talk things through and although I have a tendency to keep things to myself I do need it and found if we don’t discuss something, it will fester in my brain, eventually driving me crazy.
I admire His patience for getting it out of me and trying to solve whatever is bugging me.
He also has a great sense of where I am at and does not give up talking to me and get it out in the open to try to make me feel better.

The little things He says and does that mean so much....'Mine, good girl, the kitchen looks awesome!, how's my property?, giving me a shirt to stay warm and cozy, making me one of His famous smoothies.
He cares.

He deals with me, when I completely melt down. deals with my past, and when I don't feel myself.
He deals with me when I drive Him nuts.
He deals with my insecurities, my work schedule and how I do things my own way.
These things silently tells me that He’ll be by my side regardless of how nerdy, silly or utterly hopeless I can get.

He understands me even better then I understand myself, is never appalled by my perceptions, my kinks, my looks.
He encourages me to explore my kinks and fantasies and never addressed them in a negative way.
He makes me laugh, I simply love it.

Finally, the most important thing I get from Him that I'll never say out loud:
He is the most stable thing in my life.
He is stronger than me.
He is the one person in my world that won’t turn on me or walk away.
When life becomes scary and confusing, and I just need something solid to hold onto, He is my anchor. It’s because of Him that my awful days are easier to get through.
He doesn't need to be perfect but just to be there, that's all that really matters.

Mastering a slave isn't easy (especially when it is me) but having a Master like I have stimulates me to make the best effort possible to serve Him better then before.



There is some inner drive that compels me to kneel at the feet of my loving Master.
It constitutes an all-consuming urge.

Stronger then any force I am drawn to present myself to my Master seeking His protection, guidance, and acceptance, and in so doing it fulfills my own destiny and needs.

Far from exercising subversion or coercion, my Master welcomes and embraces this desire.
He does not force or command me to His feet.

And I am in my place, I am safe......... I am home.


It’s a small word, but it is no small thing.
It means I'm His property.
His and His alone.

It means He will use me as He wishes, my pleasure and my pain.
It means He will make me weep and moan, gasp and scream, laugh and sigh.
In all things He will make me useful to Him.

It makes me whole.
That one word makes me smile.

Such a simple word and yet so meaningful.



Boot fuck



Chained cunt


Position '2'

On Display

cunt wets her pants


Filthy whore


A little while ago one of O/our followers asked my Master if He would let me 'perform' for money and make me a whore.
W/we discussed the idea and performing a sexual act for money really turned me on.
W/we never thought the follower would actually sent the money but when the money came in the mail it became real.

I was to become a real whore.

The request was that the money should be stuffed in my ass and Master decided that I should masturbate and degrade myself while He watched.

I never had sex for money so this was an entire new experience for me.

I remember I giggled beforehand, it was so unreal, but when He tied my legs spread in the chair and shoved the $100 bill in my asshole, I became a bit unsettled.
Usually I get into the right mindset right away especially when I'm being tied up, but this was different.

When I have to 'entertain' my Master,  I am focused on Him and will do the very best I can to please Him, I can let go and enjoy whatever He asks of me.
Now I had to please somebody else for money, although not present, but mentally it definatelly made a difference.
I was whored out, used for the pleasure of somebody else then my Master, and I felt dirty and used, vulgarized and diminished to the lowest ever possible, but at the same time I loved it.

Off and on I would call myself a dirty whore, but from now on it is actually true.


Why Smart Women Make The Best Stupid Cunts

I wanted to add my own thoughts to the commentary surrounding degrading speech, and specifically the use and context of 'stupid cunt'.

'Stupid' is simply  not an epithet I ever found remotely sexy. Sure I knew it was degrading, but it's the kind of slur only morons and children would ever use. I knowingly prefer smart, older women as partners because they know themselves, who they are, and what they want. Smart women are dead fucking sexy. Stupid women are boring, and when they aren't its because they are emotionally immature. As preferences go, a woman of low intelligence is not so much a turn off, as a deal breaker. If you are an idiot, I'm just not wasting my time.

As a consequence it never dawned on me to degrade a woman by calling her stupid. Why would I want to be with someone stupid?

That isn't to say I wasn't used to talking dirty. I enjoyed the transgression of using openy sexual language (bitch, slut, cunt, etc.), I just wasn't really interested in mucking around in the deep waters of abusive language. It seemed not just pointless, but crass.

That is until I was training cunt.

One facet of slave training is to give slaves the space to explore their limits absent direct influence. A way I explored this with cunt was to create a simple command that required her to invent a self-degradation. Initially, this resulted in the expected 'I'm a wet fuckhole' response, but before very long, she was responding with novel variations like; 'I'm a sloppy twat', or the more complex, 'I'm just three holes for you to use and abuse, please destroy me'.

Initially, the command was a way of delving into what was immediately of interest to cunt. 'I'm an anal whore' is a pretty good indicator that of all the uses and abuses she might suffer that one is currently top of her mind. Similarly, 'Im a painslut', and 'I'm a filthy toilet' are less self degradations (though they are) as they are signals of her desire, and there is no better reinforcement for slavery than to have it satisfy her desires.

As we continued experimenting, along with this track of using more colourful language to degrade herself was the appearance of a markedly darker side. 'I'm a worthless piece of shit', is not something I ever expected to hear come from her mouth, as it did not reflect (at all) any language I had ever used with her. When I dominate a woman, it is NEVER about anger, and calling someone a 'worthless piece of shit' just isn't in the nature of what turns me on. So when she breathlessly told me she was a worthless piece of shit, I was surprised. But also because of her obvious enjoyment, excited. She was crossing a barrier, and enjoying it, and whatsmore, she was taking me with her. I was now in new territory, I had to decide - right then - whether it was a breach too far or not. Was it hurting her in the moment? No. Quite the opposite, she was clearly turned on. Was I going to be destroying her self esteem by saying this to her? Again, no. There were no negative emotions present for either of us. Was I comfortable crossing that line for myself? Yes. I was. I know cunt well enough to know that even if I did say something too far, she would be honest about the effects and tell me. So, we continued.

I should add as well that 'Stupid' had made an appearance when we began to explore faceslapping. After a few hard faceslaps, cunt gets outrageously wet (and will eventually orgasm), but she also gets 'stupid', letting go of conscious control and submitting at a deeper level. When she gets stupid she isn't avoiding the slaps even by instinct, rather, she is submitting to them at a very animal level and is passively welcoming them (and, as I said, eventually this abuse makes her gush). At heart, this is just a variation of 'sub space', but 'making her stupid', was an early existing artifact in our lexicon, albeit in an unrelated way.

Finally one day, I gave the command and she said, 'I'm just a supid cunt', followed by the obvious; gasps, shivers of excitement, and wet contractions, that indicated not just a lack of discomfort with saying it, but open enjoyment. Dumb. Worthless. Useless. Trash. All of them novel expressions from cunt we would subsequently add to her dictionary of degradation.

There are areas of verbal abuse we don't use or haven't bothered to fully explore. Comments about age and appearance don't have any part in our play, for the simple reason neither of us finds them sexy. I can count on one finger the number of times I have raised my voice to shout at her (a very early experiement, neither of us liked it and yelling isn't in my normal nature - it was dropped and never raised again). My only point here being that ultimately these things come down to matters of perverse taste.

Only a smart woman really knows who and what she is, and what she wants and needs. Given the space to explore her slavery with intelligence and creativity, the slave also trains the Master.


She knelt for Him,
her thighs spread,
her hands at her back.

She knelt for Him with her chest raised,
with her chin up,
offered and proud to be His.

She knelt for Him,
and she knew she was safe,
even with the fluttering of nerves in her belly.

She knelt for Him,
and she was beautiful.

Cock worship / ass fuck


Pussy torture

My Masters favorite video :P

Slavery and sex

Many times I have been asked why I wanted to be a slave and there seems to be a misunderstanding that  slaves are only used for sex.
For me, the question of ‘wanting to be’ a slave is irrelevant; I just am.
The same as being gay or straight, it’s not really a choice, it’s part of the essence of my being.
As for sex, obviously it’s important, particularly for both my Master and myself, because both O/our sexual needs are substantial and need to be sated daily.
The reality is that O/our behaviour towards each other in daily life does not stop inside the bedroom, it extends to the rest of O/our actions beyond.  (He is always assertive, superior and dominant towards me and I am always submissive, service-orientated and inferior to Him). W/we simply are who W/we are and fit each other perfectly.
My life as His slave is not based on just sex.
It’s based in the relationship between my Master and myself.
He conducts Himself as my Dominant  and I conduct myself as His submissive during our time spent together, in whatever we’re doing and this  often leads to arousal and desire to have sex with each other ; not the other way around.
I want (and need) to be with Him just as much as He wants (and needs) to be with me ; sex is very important, however, as in any relationship if sex was the only factor it would not work in the end.


I am a degraded service hole


About being stupid

anonymous said:
Cunt, are you able to explain how being degraded in a non sexual way, like being called a pig or stupid, etc is a turn on? Is a turn on for both you and Master? I get the connection between pain and arousal as well as degradation name calling degradation (slut, whore, fuck hole) connection to arousal, but am struggling with this one. Thank you for what you do, you are certainly a great cunt with nice set of fuck holes for us to see abused, I am just not sure you are stupid :)
interesting question…….When Master started to degrade me this way it were pure sexual comments and names at first but gradually He started to call me other names too  like ‘pig or stupid cunt’ even have me ‘oink’ instead of begging for permission to cum (I actually am allowed both, but rather ‘oink’ because it is so much more degrading), It was highly arousing for Him seeing my response (smiling, getting wet, squirming etc.) and when I feel His excitement, it has it’s effect on me too.It is a huge turn-on for me to be able to do/take something that is considered ‘difficult’ and feel His cock harden in my hands or holes because of it. Now He even tells me at times to call myself filthy degrading names as well, which took a while to get used to but  now I can do this without even thinking about it and it makes my cunt twitch :P
So yes, W/we love it both.
Of course I don’t ‘believe’ I am REALLY stupid, I am high functioning and intelligent :-) but simply love to be used as a stupid cunt and treated accordingly.
Hope that answers Your question


Piss and choke


A nice belting


Stupid cunt


What I'm for


Ready for use and abuse

Just a random day in cunt's life

M woke me up early today, He wanted to use me before He left the apartment.
At first He wanted me straight into the shower, but changed His mind when I told Him I had to remove my collar and ankle chain first.
We smoked a cigarette and I woke up a bit.
Then He snapped His fingers and I hurried in the pissing position.
Thirsty and as always greedy for His piss I opened my mouth and enclosed the tip of His cock with my lips, determined to swallow every drop.
It was lots like every morning and yet it always seems never enough.
I followed Him into the shower after taking the lock off my ankle chain.
There, where He enjoyed the hot water stream I stood before Him and He told me to put my hands on Him.
He was already erect and I started to caress Him gentle and slow.
After a little while He pushed me down and while on my knees I closed my mouth over His hard cock.
I shivered, it was chilly and all the warm water was aimed at His back.
My other hand found it's way underneath and I started to fuck Him slowly with my mouth.
By then the chill didn't bother me anymore, His cock felt nice and warm in my mouth and I enjoyed O/our special time in the shower.
With one hand stroking His shaft, the other caressing His balls and my mouth working simultaneously over His now rapidly hardened cock, I felt His orgasm was near.
The excitement had it's effect on me too, I love making Him rock hard and to fuck him with my mouth - so much I had an orgasm!
It made me suck Him even better and not long after He came deep inside my throat.
He stepped out of the shower to get ready to leave but before He did he peaked around the corner, telling me to sneak back into bed and sleep in.
When done showering I didn't felt sleepy at all and since I had an appointment that morning I decided to watch the second episode of 'Orange is the new black', the second series just came out and I am very anxious to see them all since I loved the first season so much.
I made myself some coffee, did some chores and settled naked on my usual place on the floor.
It would have been perfect, if He only was there too, doing His own stuff while I watched it.
W/we both love movies and have regular 'movie nights' together, where I curl up at His feet, usually after He used and fucked me thoroughly.
After a movie W/we are usually up to some more hot stuff and go to bed where I fall asleep happy as can be at His feet.
Another example is Monday night is 'Game of Throne night' when W/we watch a new episode every week.
When I finished the show, I tidied up a bit more while enjoying the subtle tangling of the tag He has put on my pussy rings.
At my own place I did some chores, fixed my hair and make-up and went out.
When I got home again I worked some in the garden, spend some time on my laptop, posted a video on the blog and then it was time for me to go to work.
The jeans I was wearing before kept the tag in place, but  now I was wearing looser pants and especially in the beginning they make me very aware of wearing it.
Eventually it usually slides into one of the pants legs and just gives me a nice touch of it's presence.
It's funny that when I pee I used to not look there and now I do.
The looks of my own pierced pussy lips AND the tag hanging down while peeing I find very appealing.
I'm glad the tag doesn't pinch or interferes with my clothes so I can continue to wear it 24/7.
The only down side is that it can make me very horny and dripping wet so at times I wonder off to the bathroom to check if it doesn't show, since I also don't wear undies.
I usually choose dark pants for work, which don't show any 'wet' spots easily.
Many times during my shift my thoughts wondered off to last night when He fucked me hard several times, on the chair and while on the floor on all fours and this morning when I tasted His piss and His cum in less then 20 minutes.
It was then during one of these flashbacks that I decided I should write a post of just a day as today, as it is more common then unusual for me to live daily life like this.
It starts with serving Him and it continues, whether I go to His place after work or stay at my own.
Tonight I worked late and didn't came home until after midnight, so I'm crashing at my own place, but sometimes I'm home at 10 PM, those nights I spend with Him.
Going to sleep is the same, I recite my Mantra, say 'Goodnight Master' and fall asleep as a content, happy and wet little cunt.......


On punishment

Usually I respond very well on punishments Master gives me for displeasing Him, but not this time.
I repeated a behavior I was punished for previously and although knowing I would be punished for it, it didn't kept me from doing so.
The misbehaving was of such that I wasn't afraid of any punishment, simply because if I succeeded He could not punish me anyway.
After the fact I turned around and realized I made a mistake again, especially after W/we've talked it over thoroughly after I did it the first time, but in the meantime I didn't follow up on it.
Of course punishment was to be expected, Master is thankfully very consistent about re-adjusting an unacceptable demeanor  and I begged for it, in order to find closure.
I already feel punished for it, before any punishment was decided by Master.
The disappointment I saw in His face and the knowledge I had displeased Him so bad weighs far more then any punishment He could give me.
But I need closure and what's more important, I need to realize that the rules He has put in place for this particular misbehavior should be repected by me and most of all I don't want to make the same mistake again.
I realize I had alternative options before I did what I did.
I know He would  understand if I asked for a 'time-out' , and even better just talked about it with Him.
I know He wants me to open up about things that bother me and would happily take time just to talk.
Although this month is hard on me every single year, it should never be an excuse for unwanted behavior or acting out.
He has always been available for talks and I should know by now He will always be there for me, in good times or bad.
I needed an honest deterrence for my behavior and He gave it to me.
I am at peace now.

Thank You, Master


Misunderstanding Mastery Part 2

"V, I am the "anon" that has apparently upset you, M, and and some followers. I seems I am also the "anon" who has caused you to prohibit comments from other anons on your tumblr. I have previously posted many comments on all three of your sites. You have posted many, thanked me for some, and ignored a few. Please understand, while this is a lifestyle for you, for me this is fantasy. It is experimental role-play actually, for my wife and I and I get many new ideas and become very turned on from your site, some of which we carry out. All that aside. I either went too far, or was misunderstood. But it doesn't matter which because if I have hurt or offended, I am sorry and I apologize most sincerely. Further, I promise I will not post again on any of your sites. I am sure you are a wonderful person, and I wish you much happiness."

I want to commend you on stepping up to the plate 'Anon'.

I've never explained this at any real length, but there is no person 'V'. The Roman numeral is just shorthand for 'the five', the slave training method I developed and used to train cunt and my previous slaves. cunt honours me by wearing it as my mark in the form of a tattoo I had placed on her ass for the one year anniversary of her slavery.

We are thrilled that you enjoy her tumblr, blog, and commenting on them. However;

We are as you note, real people doing real things, and not portraying a fantasy. For us, the blogs and tumblrs are exhibitionistic, we love knowing that people are turned on - and getting off hard to - the things we do (what this blog is about), and the images and fantasies we enjoy (our tumblrs). cunt is genuinely enjoying everything you see.  She is not being forced, coerced, or otherwise motivated by fear, or other negative emotions. I understand completely that her consent and enjoyment run counter to the prevailing BDSM fantasy of miserable captured and raped slaves. I don't judge those that have those fantasies (I am the absolute last person who should judge another person's fantasies), but they aren't what we are about. In the real world having a BDSM relationship requires a real connection, with real (often messy) emotions. In the real world being miserable sucks. As such, our real life is just not going to be like most BDSM fantasies.

Except for all the good parts that is, we keep those.

I am aware that other slaves, submissives, internet sluts, etc., enjoy reading abusive and aggressive messages from anonymous people on the internet. For us though, not so much. With the tumblrs, the blog, and our presence on FetLife, we get a ridiculously large amount of mail. The majority of what we receive is blocked or destroyed, the rest is read, a smaller portion published and an even tinier portion replied to. We have finite lives with a finite amount of time, and the less time we spend on reading anonymously authored spittle flecked screeds of power-fantasy abuse in lower-caps, the better.

For years I've made the effort to cull just the positive comments for publication, giving special favour to those that aren't anonymous. The result is a relatively small but very enthusiastic community of like-minded people we have come to regard with real affection.

You are still welcome here, if here is where you really want to be.


Misunderstanding Mastery

We recently recieved the following comment on cunt's piss drinking video;

"I just dug a bit deeper into your site and since I now understand that having the shit slapped out of her would turn her on, I need to amend my last comment: I hope you sent her to work with panties on and made her grow her cunt hair out for spilling your precious fluid. What an ungrateful slut. on Piss slut"

To which l left a reply, (in summary; cunt is very grateful, thanks), but the more I thought about it, the more the comment bothers me. 

First off, cunt is blindfolded, and at the end of a heavy session in which she had already been whipped and fucked repeatedly - so of course she missed some. Also, as should be clear from the video, I am not always aiming for her open mouth. Did I mention she is blindfolded? 

Which brings me to my philosophy on punishing slaves. As I mentioned in an earlier thread, I don't punish my slave with things she likes (rough sex, beatings, degrading language, etc), I punish her with otherwise innocuous or anodyne things she doesn't like (wearing panties, having a hairy pussy, etc.). 

Whats more important though, is that I don't punish her capriciously or without purpose. Punishing my slave because she can't catch my piss while blindfolded (and barely conscious), wouldn't serve any purpose at all except to make me into a giant asshole (that said, sometimes a scene works when a Dom is deiberately being an asshole - but you have to know the difference between playing a douchebag in a scene under controlled circumstances, and being one in real life). Further, punishing her for things that are out of her control merely makes her resent her Master, which makes punishing her less effective as a result, and worse, undermines any future punishment she recieves for more legitimate infractions. 

What makes a punishment work is not that she fears it, or loathes it, but that she understands why it is required, and thus when the time comes that punishment is required, welcomes it, and (as in the case of cunt) begs for it. 

When a Master takes on the responsibility of training and disciplining a slave, it is one that is built on trust. If a Master punishes a slave for something the slave had no responsibility for, that key building block is eroded, and can be ruined permanently. Sure you've showed her 'who's boss', but you have also showed her you don't understand context, can't read the emotions of your slave, and have no sense of what your word is really worth to her. 

The slave is trusting that your guidance is worth following and that her Master's word is worth respecting, abuse that at your own peril. 

In short, if you want to be a good Dom, be a good Dom. 


The Head Shave

It's done, my head  is shaved now! The last part of my femininity has been stripped away.
I have felt like a slave on the inside for a long time, now I look like one on the outside.

I didn't realize just how much I wanted this until He grabbed a big chunk of my hair and chopped it off with the scissors.
He didn't hesitate at all, neither did I.
I realized, I was relieved. I had needed and wanted this for so long.
I was surprised with my calmness and acceptance.

I had been a mix of scared and excited for a few days prior. Scared how it may look and what people might think, excited because I was really looking forward to it, I wanted to look like a slave so badly.
I reasoned with myself and found it didn't matter to me what people would think or say.
I'm more then just hair or my looks.

I stopped acting like a housewife long time ago, it was time to stop looking like one.

Thanks to His razor, the last symbol of what I was is now gone.

Everything that is left is His.  


Owned completely

The other day Master had me blindfolded, ballgagged, and ordered me on all fours in front of Him.
He spit on my ass and then started to work with his hands on my pussy and before long I just knew He was going to fist me.
I love the feeling of being filled completely with His fist, and I was wet and eager.
He teased me with his fingers. He played with my rings. He tugged on my tags. He spanked me with His hand.

When He forced His whole fist in my fuck-hole all I could do was gasp and enjoy His total ownership of my pussy.
After pumping me, first slow and gentle, then faster and harder, He pulled back His hand, and was greeted with a hot wet gush, and the kind of sounds only gagged fuckpigs can make.

I was still shaking, when he started to work on my ass.
My ass is far more difficult to take His fist and it is not always completely successful, but even 'most' of his fist is incredible.
The pussy fisting had completely relaxed me and it made me really, really crave to be able to take His full fist in my ass.
He started pushing several fingers in at a time, pumping them in and and out, every few delicious minutes he would add another finger. After a while I felt His whole fist slide in and it felt so overwhelmingly tight, I loved it !
Once totally inside, He started to move His hand, fucking me with it. Destroying me with it.
All I could do was keep my ass up in the air, and moan.

When he finally pulled out, my body took almost a full second to recuperate and then the avalanche came.....a huge, rolling, orgasm. I thrashed around, gushing streams of cum.

When I am empty He makes me full. When I am full He makes me empty.