I was just curious as this seems to be a popular subject in this world, and I am a fan myself.  I know MIP did a shoot like this a few years back, but it's been a while since we've seen one on this site.

Right now I'm in the process of watching Debi Diamond's shoot with Kylie Ireland.  Ever since I saw her in "Dirty Rotten Motherfuckers" series when she did that gangbang scene and did a triple anal I've always wanted to see her in action again.  Does anyone know when she might do another scene for any of the sites.  She's up there as one of my favorite milfs.  Deauxma, Ava Lauren, Phylisha Anne Lisa Ann, Shannon Kelly. Debi became one of my favorites after that scene, let me know if kink plans on using Debi in the future

So you are in long term care at your local medical center.  Would you want some old biddy nurses to take care of you or Amber Keen & Trina Michaels?

This set of night nurses know how to take care (advantage) of their patient Jack Hammer as he lies in a coma unable to stop them from analy masturbating themselves on his massive cock. If you are into nurse enema fetish... wait till you see the enema Amber gives Trina to get her ready....

Cumming soon to EverythingButt.com

So you are in long term care at your local medical center.  Would you want some old biddy nurses to take care of you or Amber Keen & Trina Michaels?

This set of night nurses know how to take care (advantage) of their patient Jack Hammer as he lies in a coma unable to stop them from analy masturbating themselves on his massive cock. If you are into nurse enema fetish... wait till you see the enema Amber gives Trina to get her ready....

Cumming soon to EverythingButt.com

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=flPBP3O1a08

I've always been curious of who watches MiP. Is the majority Male straight subs, bi subs, Dommes, gay men, Dominant gay men. I for one, wonder! Namely due to the update posts, for some comments are not really based on the subs experience. Of course! Who cares who watches it, as long as people watch.

If your a member, reply to this post if you would like, and say if you're (e.g. male sub, bi sub, Domme...you get the picture).

support staff,

Is it cool I'm posting these utube out takes?  I haven't released any actual content.

I'm new to the site here but I absolutely love itt, especially the device bondage site.  I'd like to offer up a suggestion for a video shoot.

Everyone has their own particular taste in a video, and mine leans in the direction of forced orgasm.  I don't care so much about the whipping and clamps and such, though I understand a lot of people do like that, but I absolutely love immobilizing a girl and forcing her to orgasm again and again. To that end, I'd love to see the following video: 

This will be a competition between two or more girls (three, four, even five?).  It will work just fine with two of course.

1: Have them each immobilized in the same way

2: Have each hooked up to the same type of devices.  I suggest at least a vibrator of some form, plus a gag or something else to muffle their mouths.  You could take it further and also use something to stimulate the nipples, and, to go all the way, a mechanical or normal dildo for their *ahem* behinds.  Ideally you'll want as much stimulation as you can manage.

3: Turn on the devices for all the girls at the same time.  Over time, slowly ramp up the intensity.  See how long the girls can hold out before crying uncle.  (If their mouths have been occupied by something they'll need some way of signalling quits of course).

4: If you have more than two girls, you can turn up the intensity of the devices as each one drops out.

5: The winner is the one who holds out the longest before calling it quits.  To make things interesting, though, I suggest a punishment for the runner up.  Purhaps another 10 minutes or so hooked up before you allow her out?  I also suggest some form of reward for the winner.  Maybe control of the device intensity for the loser?

You could also combine this idea into series of videos that comprise similar events.  Maybe one event where two girls work furiously to make the other orgasm first.

I hope you like the idea, dunno if it fits perfectly with the concepts you have going here, but I figured it was worth a shot.  Love the content here one way or the other, and keep up the good work.  Thanks

I have had several people ask me to share how I became involved in BDSM.  So rather than to keep rewriting it and sending out private e-mails, I wrote it out and put it under 'Stories'.  If anyone is interested, it is there for reading.  If you are not interested, don't look!  It is rather long, but I think it will give those that are curious a bit of an insight into what 'Slut Toni' is all about!

I do hope you enjoy.

Humbly submitted,

Slut Toni.

Hello Everyone.

Since becoming a member of kink.com, I have made many friends.  I have made many posts and responded to many posts.  I feel I have found a place where I am accepted.  Many have been asking for more information about me (especially pictures!).  I have received several requests asking how I became involved in BDSM, so I decided to write it here, for anyone to read and learn more about me.  In one of my posts I mentioned that the first time I was with a Master, he had met me at a shopping mall food court and within an hour had convinced me to go to his place, had me naked (except for my stockings, garterbelt and heels), my hands tied behind my back, and 'completed' all over my face.  People seem to want to know how that was possible, so I will attempt to explain here.

First I will tell you a little about myself.  My name is Toni.  Slut Toni for those who know me here.  It is short for Antoinette.  I am a Canadian girl, in the central/western part of Canada.  I am 29, single, and 135 lbs. and I am 5'2" tall (without heels).  My measurements are 36C-25-34.  I have long platinum blonde hair  (the blonde part is natural, the 'platinum' part I have a little help with).  I have always been submissive, but did not become 'a' submissive until about 5 years ago, when I met a wonderful Dominant named Master Michael.  I work as a legal secretary for a very large law firm in the relatively small conservative city where I live.  

I had been in a horribly abusive relationship for about 2 years (I will not bore people with the details of that relationship here), and had been out of that relationship for about 2 years when I met Master Michael.  I had had a very rough previous 4 years, and was just starting to regain my ability to go back out into the real world.  I had not dated in those few years, and was very.....cautious, I would say.

I have always been very very sexual.  I became sexually active at 19, and found it was something I really really enjoyed, and was apparently very good at (I say humbly of course).  I just love(d) sex.  It was something I decided I would take great pride in, and give as much pleasure as I could.  (and of course I received a great deal of pleasure from it too!)  I have always enjoyed being feminine and liked (and still like) to look sexy and ever so slightly slutty, but in a classy or glamorous sort of way if that makes sense.  Even today, I dress sexy all the time.  I always wear short skirts and dresses at work, along with garter belts or corsets, and stockings (I wear sexy panties, if I wear panties at all).  I also wear high heels all the time.  4" (minimum) at the office, 5" for evening wear, and 6" if I want to look and feel slutty, and for the bedroom (I seldom go to bed with a guy without wearing heels, and I am quite disappointed if he removes them from me).  I adore men with high heel shoe fetishes.  Because I am short, I can get away with wearing stilettos most of the time.  I have many many pairs in different styles, colors, and heights (platforms and non-platforms, pumps, etc.), and I have one pair of black patent thigh boots, with 6" spike heels.  At work I also tend to wear tight, low cut, and even see-through tops (so you can see my bra underneath).  If I wear something see through, I also wear a nice tight fitted business jacket over that.  I get lots of looks and comments from the men in the office and even clients as well.  Most of the other secretaries accept me, but there are a few that give me those 'dirty looks'.  I sometimes fill in for the receptionist, and they seem to like 'putting me on display' sometimes.  Apparently some clients even ask specifically to see me (which is of course very flattering.)  Wearing stockings and garters (and sometimes no panties) means I have to be very careful not to expose myself, or the tops of my stockings.  But hey, sometimes things happen !  I do not and will not wear pantyhose!  Ever!  I hate them!  Stockings, garters, and heels just makes me feel feminine and sexy!  And I like that feeling.  At one point, when I was younger, 19 - 21, I had done some modelling (not big time though), so I am good with fashion, make up, hair and nails.  I know what men like visually!  Although I don't wear jeans at work, when I do wear them, I wear them tight, low cut, and they don't cover my feet, because I wear heels with jeans too!  Although I don't get to wear them often, I do like wearing very sexy long gowns for parties, special events and Christmas and things like that.  Always bare back, plunging front to the navel, barely enough fabric to cover my breasts, and slits up the sides to show off my legs.  I do work out to stay toned, and keep my legs lean and muscular.  I am also diet conscious, and while not a vegetarian, I don't eat a lot of meat.  I try very hard to maintain a sexy, desirable figure.  I tan at the pool at the condo where I live (alone).  (On a few occassions, I even wear heels with a bikini, and I can assure you, that gets looks from men (and 'not nice' looks) from their wives and girlfriends too!)  I like jewellry too, but am not into (can't afford) expensive jewellry.  But I like 'bling'.  Gold, silver, and especially rhinestones.  I like long, large earrings.  Hoops.  Shoulder-dusters.  Things like that.  I wear a lot of 'costume' jewellry that matches my outfits.  Hot pink for my hot pink outfits.  Red and black for my red and black outfits.  Well, you get the idea.  Feminine and sexy.  I like leather, lace, PVC (vinyl), and latex.  I am also very much into costumes and even role playing.  I have many costumes, that men just love seeing me in.  My favorite is my 'French Maid' uniform (and it is the favorite of most men also), followed by a special 'hot pink vinyl' outfit, followed by a 'Playboy Bunny' costume.  I also have a sexy witch, naughty nurse, frisky flight attendant, roman slave girl, cheerleader and school girl outfits.  I am always adding to my 'collection'.  I want my next purchase to be a 'Sexy Brides's dress'.  I am amazed at how many men fantasize about 'taking' a bride, in her wedding dress!

I currently have what I call 'dual lives', meaning I live one life as 'Toni the Secretary', and the other as 'Toni the Slut', and I do not mix the two.  As Toni the Secretary, I am a little shy, quiet, and demure (yes, even though I like the attention looking sexy brings).  In this role, I have lots of friends, date, volunteer, have hobbies, and do things.  When dating though, I make it clear to men that I am not looking for a serious, monogomous, long term relationship, and if they can't handle that, we don't date.  I have no problem getting dates, and get asked out frequently.  Toni the Secretary has one type of sex life, which is different than the sex life of Toni the Slut.  Toni the Secretary, doesn't just jump into bed (okay, sometimes she does) with a guy, and that sex life is sort of 'vanilla', in that sex usually involves the 'usual' things couples do.  I am submissive by nature so that creeps into the bedroom here, but not in the same way as for Toni the Slut.  I like men to 'take charge' of me in the bedroom.  Some will even tie me up, but it is not BDSM because they are not true Masters, and I am not 'A' submissive with them.  I am just 'submissive'.  So sex will be oral, vaginal, and sometimes evan anal.  I will wear lingerie, my heels and stockings and even do role playing sometimes.  Toni the Slut, is a sexual submissive (I want to say sex slave, but I don't think I can because of my aversion to pain, humiliation and degradation, (because of issues related to the abusive period of my life) that are a big part of the BDSM lifestyle).   As Slut Toni, I love bondage, and multiple partners, and have a 'thing' for black men (of which there are no where near enough where I live!).  I have lived in my city all my life.  It is not big (about 700,000) and it just seems somehow I don't go very far without running 'into someone I know'.  Because of that, I am not an active member of the BDSM community.  Privacy and discretion are very very important to me, because I would be mortified if friends and family found out I was such a slut.  Now, having said that, I do do some pretty 'risque' things.  I do occassionally dress up slutty and go to strip clubs to get 'picked up'.  But even then I am very very careful, and always watching to see if there might be someone there I know.  So far, so good (except for once, and I saw them before they saw me, and I slipped out.  They wouldn't have recognized me in my Slut persona right away anyway, I am that elaborate with my outfits, hair and make-up).  I have measures I  take to remain anonymous.  For example, I LOVE hotel/motel sex, so I seldom bring men home to my place (but occassionally I do).  When leaving home, I generally have myself covered with a long trench coat to hide what I may be wearing underneath, and will take my 'slut' or 'stripper' heels with me and put them on when I get where I am going (6" stilettos are not easy to drive in anyway).  And I finish my hair and make up to give me that 'slutty' look either in the car, or in the washroom of wherever it is I have gone.  I don't want my neighbors to see me looking like the Slut I am.  I am frequently approached as a 'hooker' at strip clubs, or it is assumed I may be a 'dancer' there, when I am not.  I consider such approaches to be compliments!      

In the 2 years since the abusive relationship ended, I had been celibate, except for pleasuring myself and playing with my 'toys', of course.

I had been working all week, and had been aroused (okay, I'll say it - horny!) all week.  (And that is one of the reasons, combined with my period of celibacy that allowed Master Michael to have his way with me sooooo quickly!)  At the end of the work week, I went shopping at a local shopping mall.  I shopped for a few hours, and then went to the food court to have a salad, and read a book for a little while.  My intention had been to go home, put my purchases away, have a bubble bath, maybe a glass of wine, and go bed, and take my favorite dildo out of my nightstand and .....well....you know....satisfy myself.

The food court was almost empty.  I was sitting by myself in one corner.  This gentleman approached and sat at the table next right to mine, which was a little surprizing?  Unnerving?  Because with the food court empty, most people tend to 'spread out'.  However, it turned out he had seen me shopping, liked what he saw, and wanted to meet me.  Of course he didn't know when he saw me shopping that I was submissive, but......  Within a few minutes of sitting down, he started chatting with me.  I am shy and quiet by nature, but he liked that.  He was able to tell immediately that I was at least submissive, if not 'A' submissive.  And he knew he wanted me.  He also knew I wasn't married because I wasn't wearing rings.  (I do sometimes wear my grandmother's rings so that men think I am married, if I don't want guys coming on to me.  But I wasn't wearing them that night.)  He was a lot older than I.  I was 24 at the time.  He was in his late 40's.  Very handsome.  Kind of rugged.  Salt and pepper hair.  Moustache.  I didn't feel 'threatened' by him at all.  There were 3 things that got me almost immediately.  The first was his eyes.  They were incredible!  Dark and piercing.  When he looked at me, I swear he was looking into my soul!  He had a very nice smile.  The kind of smile that puts you at ease.  His voice got to me too.  Very deep.  Almost commanding, if that makes sense, from a conversation that was at the beginning just about 'small talk'.  He introduced himself.  His name was Michael.  (Master Michael as I would later come to know him.)  He quickly began complimenting me.  Telling me I was pretty, and that I had nice legs.  Now, you have to remember, I hadn't been with a man in more than 3 years!  And I was already admittedly horny!  He mentioned that he loved women in stockings and heels, and he told me he knew I was wearing stockings because he could see the garter tabs through my skirt.  I had also inadvertently let my skirt ride up to expose the stocking tops.  I thought he was 'coming on' to me, and I was okay with that.  I had no idea where this was really going, or what he had in mind.  He even asked if I was wearing panties, and on that particular evening, I was!  I was expecting to be asked out for a date.  Somehow, he steered the conversation to...well...sex.  Specifically BDSM.  He simply asked me if I was into or even knew what BDSM was.  I was a bit shocked (okay, quite shocked).  I sort of knew, but didn't really.  He explained a little.  Then he just out and out told me that I looked submissive.  And he liked how I looked.  All I could do was listen.  I was focussed on those eyes.  And that smile.  And the tone of his voice.  I was almost hypnotized!  I was getting wetter by the second!  Finally he just suddenly outright asked me if I would like to come back to his place to 'receive his Pleasure' and his 'completion'.  I heard someone say 'Yes.'  It was my voice!  Hell, I didn't even know what he meant by 'Pleasure' and 'completion'.  But I was pretty sure he was saying he wanted to fuck me!  And I wanted to be fucked sooooo badly!  So within less than half an hour of meeting me, he had convinced me to go to his place and have sex!  I couldn't believe what was happening.  My head was swimming.  He took out a business card. It had his name on it and his place of employment and his work title and phone number.  You know, a typical business card with all that information.  That made me feel at ease....a little.  On the back he wrote his phone number, and his home address, which was an apartment only a few blocks from the mall.  He told me he would go and wait for me, but for me to not take too long!  He told me I was to remove my panties, and present them to him at his door, as a 'gift'.  He wanted to keep my panties?!?  But he also made me feel okay because he told me if I changed my mind, that was okay.  He would understand.  This is not for everyone, he said to me.  He told me he wanted me to come over and begin my training into a life of 'servitude'.

He left.  I just sat there stunned for a few minutes.  There were so many emotions!  Excitement!  Fear!  Extreme arousal!  I was trembling.  I'm sure I was.  I was flushed, and sweaty.  What was I going to do?  What could I do?  I had to obey.  And I knew it.  After I regained my composure enough I went to the washroom and took off my black lace panties and put them in my purse.  I had to splash my face with cold water.  I freshened my hair and make up.  I wanted to look sexy.  I didn't even know if I would have the courage to go through with this!  But I wanted to sooooooo badly!  In the car, my hand kept going to my pussy.  Under my skirt, and touching my clit.  He was going to fuck me tonight!  I just knew it!  I wanted it.  I needed it!

But!  I couldn't help wondering?  Is this guy crazy?  Women 'disappear' all the time!  I can't do this!  I was so confused!  I recognized the street and quickly found the address.  It was a nice part of the city, in a very nice building.  I decided I would go in.  I could always tell him I had to leave if I was uncomfortable, right?  I couldn't even phone up a girlfriend and say hey, by the way, I'm going over to this guy's house that I had just met.  He is into BDSM and I think he is going to fuck me.  I'm close with my girlfriends, but not that close!  The one thing I did do, which really was not protection for me, but would help them (the police) find me or find me if something bad 'really did happen', was I phoned my home, and left a message on my own answering machine saying where I was going, what I was doing, and who I was with.  That way that would be found eventually, and hopefully they would find me...or find him...or whatever...

I went to the apartment lobby.  There was a security system.  I had to 'buzz' his apartment.  It was him!  I heard his voice!  I told him it was 'Toni'.  He said, 'Come on up, Slut Toni, I've been expecting you.'  The ride up to his floor in the elevator seemed to take forever!  I was shaking as I rang the doorbell.  He opened it within a few seconds.  He had undressed and was wearing only a bathrobe.  He invited me in.  I had my black lace panties in my hand.  I handed them to him.  He smiled.  He knew I was scared.  I was very scared.  His voice and eyes lured me again.  He was very 'gentle' in a commanding sort of way.  He knew I was submissive, but inexperienced.  He assured me that everything would be okay, and nothing would happen to me that I didn't want to happen to me.  I felt better.  He poured me a glass of wine, and we sat and talked for a few minutes.  On his television, he was playing a BDSM video.  I could hardly keep my eyes off it.  He could tell.  He asked me if I liked what I saw.  There was a woman dressed extremely slutty, sucking a cock, and getting taken from behind.  She was in the middle of a 3some.  The men were quite rough with her, and she was wearing cuffs.  I did like what I saw.  I think I blushed.  He told me I was to refer to him from that point forward (in private) as Master Michael, or Sir.  I would from that point forward be known as Slut Toni, which as you know, I am to this day.  He asked me if I was ready to begin.  Again I heard that voice (that was mine) say yes.  He had me stand up.  Now I was beginning to feel like a piece of meat.  He told me to take off my top.  I simply did as I was told.  Next he told me to remove my skirt.  I did.  He walked around and 'inspected' me.  My bra was next.  And I already wasn't wearing panties!  He reached out to touch my breasts, but stopped just before he touched them.  He said 'May I'?  This was a courtesy I received as a new submissive.  Later, he did not ask permision.  He did the same when he went to touch my pussy.  Of course both times I said 'yes.'  When he went to touch my pussy, I instinctively parted my legs a little for him.  He liked that.  I think I moaned.  He touched my clit.  He put a finger inside me.  He watched my face.  He watched my reaction.  He brought my finger to my mouth for me to taste myself.  No man had ever done that with me.  (Sure I had sucked cocks after they had been in my pussy, but no man had ever had me taste myself on his fingers.)   He walked over to a table with a drawer.  He opened it and took out a short piece of soft red rope.  He went behind me and put my hands together to tie them.  Instinctively I resisted a little.  He knew I was scared.  He assured me he understood, but I had to begin to give up control to him.  He told me that for this time, and this time only, he would tie my hands very loosely.  So loosely they wouldn't really be tied, and I could just pull my hands out if I wanted to.  This made me feel better.  He was gaining my trust.  He went back to the drawer and brought out a red ball gag.  If it hadn't been that they had put one on the girl in the video, I don't think I would have known what it was for.  He showed it to me.  He brought it up to my mouth.  I parted my lips so he could gag me with it.  I heard and felt him snap it behind my head.

With me standing in front of him, naked except for my garter belt, stockings and heels, and with my hands loosely tied behind my back and a ball gag in my mouth, he 'inspected me' again.  Nice he said.  Very very nice.  Then he went back and sat in the chair he had been in.  He sat there looking at me as I stood.  He ordered me onto my knees.  I instinctively obeyed his commands.  He undid his robe.  And slowly opened it, watching my reaction.  It was natural for me to look at his cock.  He told me I was to refer to his cock as 'his Pleasure'.  His cum was called a 'deposit' or a 'completion'.  Orgasms were called 'releases'.  His cock was not rock hard, but it was getting there.  Obviously he was enjoying the presence of this new little slut!  His cock was at least 8", uncut, and extremely thick.  He informed me he had not 'released' in several days.  I wanted him to 'release' in me so badly!  If it weren't for the ball gag in my mouth, I am sure I would have been begging!  He stroked himself, and within seconds his Pleasure had grown rock hard.  Probably 9".  I couldn't take my eyes off it.  I'm sure my mouth was watering.  He smiled at me as he stroked himself.  You want this, don't you? he asked me.  I know I nodded.  After watching me for a minute, he ordered me to 'crawl' over.  I was able to crawl to him on my knees, with my hands still behind my back.  When I got to him, I moved between his legs.  He pointed his Pleasure at my face.  I wanted to suck him!  He took my hair in his left hand, and stroked his cock towards me.  He pulled me close enough to be able to rub the enormous bulbous head back and forth across the ball gag, and around my lips.  This was torture for me!  This was .....sheer delight for me!  What I didn't know then, was it was all he could do to keep from releasing too (he told me that a few weeks later).  He continued until he was ready.  He stood up and removed the gag from my mouth.  He brought the head of his Pleasure to my eager lips again.  Again he teased me with it. He gave me orders how I was to suck and lick.  I listened and followed his instructions to the letter!  I took him deeply into my throat.  He was very pleased with my oral skills, and that I was experienced and capable of performing deepthroat!  Within just a few minutes, he could resist no longer.  He had to release.  Just before cumming, he pulled his Pleasure from my mouth, and ordered me to hold my mouth open.  He took my hair in his left hand, and stroked his Pleasure towards my face.  I'm going to release all over your face Slut Toni, were the last words I heard before he started to shoot spurt after spurt of hot thick white completion, literally all over my face.  Some landed in my hair, on my nose, my cheeks, my chin, and much of it in my mouth.  I was soaked!  And I loved it!  But I still needed to be fucked!  Even moreso than before!  He sat down in front of me, obviously pleased with my first performance with him.  He ordered me to lick and eat the cum off his hand, his cock and his balls, teaching me that a good submissive always orally cleans her Master after his completion.  I was so eager to learn!  So eager to please!

He sat down and looked at me for a few minutes.  Still on my knees before him.  Soaked in his cum.  He got up, and took the rope from my wrists.  He was going to take me to bed now and fuck me, right?  Wrong!  He told me to get dressed and leave!  But I was to leave the cum on my face until I got home.  If I ran into people, they were to see his cum on my face.  I couldn't believe my ears!  I had just given him a great blow job and he shot all over my face, and I wasn't going to get fucked!  I was stunned.  But it was all part of my learning.  My training.  I had to learn patience.  I had to learn self control.  I had to learn my place.  I had to learn that Master's desires came before mine.  I had to learn 'anticipation'.  I didn't know what to do.  Was he mad at me?  Did I not do something right?  Was he not pleased with me?  I got dressed and started to leave.  He told me to call him the next day.  At that point I was actually pissed off!  Horny and pissed off!  I had just been used!  (Something I would come to appreciate as my training went on!)

I got in the elevator and it was going to the lobby.  The damn thing stopped on 3 floors and people got in!  They all saw me with cum on my face!  I don't know if they knew what it was, but I suspect they did!  I got to my car, and immediately after having started it, put my seatbelt on, and the car in gear, my hand was under my skirt, and rubbing my clit and fingering my pussy as I drove.  I was so horny!  I quickly came in the car, while driving!  When I got home and was walking to my condo, there was a couple walking toward me.  I just looked down and said hello, and kept walking!  Once inside I threw my purchases on the sofa, and went to my bedroom.  I undressed and showered.  Now it was okay for me to wash up.  I did that, and crawled into bed.  I had my rubber dildo out within seconds, and was pounding it into my pussy!  I orgasmed, or should I say 'released' several times!  I slept, but not soundly.  I kept dreaming and having visions of my experience with Master Michael.  How could he not fuck me?  No man had ever seen me naked and not fucked me!!!  The next day he was all I could think about.  Finally, in the afternoon, still horny, I decided I'd call him.  I was sure he would tell me to come over so he could fuck me, right?  Wrong again!  Not only was there no such invitation, he was actually fucking some other slut while he was talking to me.  And he proved it by making her tell me on the phone that he was in her ass!  How dare he!  Make me blow him the night before, not fuck me, and fuck some other woman today!  (Oh, I had so much to learn!)

He told me he only saw sluts once a week each, maximum.  I could not see him again, until at least Friday night!  What the fuck!  There was no way I was going to go back there!  What an asshole!  But I couldn't get him out of my mind!  All week, I couldn't concentrate at work at all!  And I became perpetually horny!  That rubber dildo had never seen so much action!  He had told me to call him Wednesday evening.  I did.  I couldn't help myself.  I called him, wanting to be used again.  He told me to come over on Friday night at 7.  This time I was to present myself at his door as a 'proper Slut'.  I had no idea what he meant.  But it was the beginning of my learning how to present myself properly.  So Thursday after work, I went to one of the adult boutiques in the city.  I knew I had to look like a slut.  Wasn't sure exactly what that meant.  But I knew how to look sexy, and I had seen hookers and streetwalkers and even strippers, so that was what I assumed I should look like (turned out I wasn't far off either, actually).  I picked out a red vinyl mini skirt, red vinyl garter belt, and red vinyl bra.  It pulled my breasts together showing great cleavage, and could be undone from the front.  I also wore red vinyl 'gauntlet' style gloves.  (This actually was a 'stripper' outfit.)   I added a pair of black stockings with red seams up the back.  I found a pair of 6" stilettos with 2" platforms. I thought those were definitely slutty!  This was the outfit I would wear.  I left work Friday night and quickly scurried home to prepare.  I was soooo eager!  Sooooo horny!  I showered, powdered, and made myself look as sluttily gorgeous as I could!  My long blonde hair was in a 'big hair' style, reminiscent of the 70's.  I wore bright red lipstick, and did my long nails with bright red matching nail polish.  I wore huge plastic red earrings.  If I was chewing gum, I'd definitely look like a hooker!  I put on my long trenchcoat and put the 'slut heels' in a bag to take to my car.  I didn't want anyone to see me this slutty!  My hair and make up were even going to be a problem!  But I was lucky enough to get to the car without being seen.  I put on the heels.  Found it a little tricking to drive in platform stilettos!   I made my way to his apartment for my next 'session'.  I didn't care that I looked like a hooker going to his place (kind of my revenge for his not fucking me).  Turns out it didn't matter!  He didn't care anyway!  Hell, he has lots of slutty submissives going to his apartment all hours of the day and night!

At the entrance, when I rang the buzzer, I didn't even say my name or anything.  He knew it was me.  He just said 'come on up Slut Toni.  What if there had been someone else at the entrance!  They would have heard!  I got to his apartment door, and just before ringing the bell,  I opened my trench coat so he would see my 'presentation' right there in the halllway.  It was apparent he liked what he saw!

He had me come in and he took my coat.  He invited me in, and we talked again.  Now he started to explain more to me and teach me, and told me I had 'great potential'.  I was sure before the night was over, he was going to fuck me.  He played with me for awhile.  I was more comfortable this time.  Not so scared.  I was able to enjoy the experience more.  This time he tied me to his coffee table.  I laid on it face up.  He tied my feet to 2 legs on one end of the table, and my hands together under the table.  He used the ball gag off and on.  Had me suck him off and on.  He played with my pussy, and fingered me, and rubbed my clit.  He allowed me to 'release'.  I was enjoying this.  He moved me to the end of the table so he could 'throat fuck' my mouth.  He released deep in my throat this time.  No warning either.  But I swallowed it all like a good little slut.  But when he was finished, he was finished.  Told me to go again.  He didn't fuck me again!  But at least I'd had one 'release'.  He told me to return the following Friday night, with a new 'Presentation'.  I now realized I could no longer even consider not obeying.  I was his submissive, and I knew it. 

The following Friday was a similar evening.  I wore a tight black dress with a hot pink elastic middle.  Very very short.  Black stay up stockings and hot pink stilettos.  The rest of my look was appropriate too.  Hot pink lipstick and nails.  Hot pink earrings.  He liked this look too.  He took me in and played with me, very much the same as the week before.  But he still did not fuck me!  I could not believe it.  I decided that the next week I would just ask him to fuck me, or at least ask him why he hadn't been fucking me.

However the next week ended up being a little different.  This time for my presentation I had gone back to the boutique and brought a black vinyl and white French Maid outfit.  I thought this was about as 'submissive' a look as I could get.  It was really just a 'halloween' costume.  It was okay, but no where near as sexy and elaborate as the black satin one I wear now is.  When he saw me at the door in this, his eyes filled with lust.  His jaw dropped.  He brought me inside the door, pushed me to my knees, and mouth fucked me.  No words.  No talking.  Then he stood me up and led me to the bedroom (he hadn't even taken me to the bedroom before).  He laid me spread eagle on the bed, chained my wrists and ankles to the 4 posts, and put in the ball gag.  He stripped his clothes off and just 'mounted me'.  He fucked me.  He fucked me very very hard!   He released in my pussy.  (And I came a couple of times too!)  But he wasn't done with me this night!  He then used my mouth for what it is meant to be used for.  He put the ball gag back in, and went back between my legs.  He ordered me to elevate my hips. I lifted myself up.  He lubed his cock, and ordered me to impale my ass on his Pleasure.  It took a couple of minutes, but I got him deeply inside me.  He ordered me to do all the work, lifting myself up and down, getting fucked.  He released again!  In my ass!  Slut Toni was doing very very well this night!  He sat on a chair in the corner for a few minutes, and then came back to my mouth.  I had to perform fellatio for a very long time.  But he released on my face and tits with a 3rd completion.  He was very very pleased with my services that night.  After thoroughly fucking me in his bedroom for several hours, he took me back to the living room, and we drank a glass of wine.  He told me how good I had been and how much he enjoyed me and enjoyed my presentation.  He also confessed to me that it took every ounce of his strength not to fuck me on my 3 previous visits.  Apparently he wanted to so badly too!  But he had to train me.  And he did what was right.

I serviced Master Michael for the next 2 years.  During that time he taught me a lot, and even referred me to other Masters for use.  He even used me with other Masters, and once, forced me to perform with another femaile submissive for his enjoyment.  We talked a lot.  He taught me about limits and safewords, and understood from my history why I couldn't do pain, humiliation or degradation.  And he undestood all the other things I didn't like.  Watersports, scat, blood sport, piercings.  Even that I don't like or do drugs or smoking, and I don't like drunks.  A few drinks are okay, but that's it.

He knew I wouldn't join him with the rest of the BDSM community, but I guess you could say he brought parts of it to me.  Some of the other Masters I met had more elaborate equipment and 'dungeons'.

Sadly, Master Michael was transferred to Ottawa for work two years ago.  I did get to see him once last year when he was in town.  He stayed for the weekend after the conference.  I was the only submissive he saw while he was here, and we spent the entire weekend together.  We did not and do not have an 'emotional' relationship, just a purely 'sexual' one.  And it works for both of us.

I do hope this rather long story helps everyone that wants to learn about me and understand me more.

If anyone has any questions, please feel free to ask.

Humbly submitted,

Slut Toni.

anyone else fill this out yet?!?

it was pretty good to have input on future developments.

how long will it take for the 10 free Kinks to show up in my account? (assuming I was one of the first 1000 to respond)

thx for your time

keep up the great work

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JEs_SuZotQ

and hanged to dry by the fire.

As a matter of fact anything pink!!

While the Princess look's on with envy from her cage

You have to admire the lacy panty,the ass hook and the streched tits,this is glorious stuff!!