BDSM Blog part 2. Submissive whore of mine!

BDSM Blog part 2. Submissive whore of mine!

English/Dutch translation at the bottom of the page.

I met Boss through Facebook. From the very beginning, I have called him that. Just through the private messages he sends me, he has such a huge influence on me that this name spontaneously rolls out of my keyboard whenever I address him. Besides, I don't know his real name so this is a great solution.

Since I want to lose at least ten kilos before I meet him for the first time, I'm signing up for the gym to spend the next four to six weeks there to make sure I'm back to my full in shape come. I have to, because in my last message to him, I sent a picture of a lady's body from the internet and pretended it was me.

Of course, it is not my intention to make fun of Boss, I would have preferred to send him a real photo of myself, but I am still too ashamed of being overweight. But just wait, I am going to make up for it amply with him. I will be as slim and sleek as before.

When I want to step into the shower at home sweaty from working out, I get a message from Boss.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm undressing. Just played sports."

"Hmmm. Show your tits."

I find this exciting. My breasts are OK, but I have never sent a nude photo over the internet before. This is pure sexting, something you are always warned about in the media.

"I don't want that... sorry."

"I send you my cock too, right?"

And indeed. The screen of my smartphone promptly displays the picture of his beautiful big fat stiff cock.

A little uncomfortably, I hold the camera in front of my breasts and take a selfie. With bra and huge cleavage but without my face.

With pounding heart, I click send.

For a moment there is silence.

"Show your nipples."

Hesitantly, I take off my bra. Unbelievable what I am doing for this man. This man I've never even met in real life.

I do what he wants and click send again.

My property

“Heerlijke tieten, geile tepels!”

"Thank you Boss," I humbly reply. As a matter of course, I call him that. Apparently he's okay with it, he says nothing. "Do you mind if I take a shower now?"

"You have permission."

Just when I am under the warm rays and expect him to leave me alone for a while, I get a notification of yet another new message.

"What would you like me to do to you right now?"

The first thing I think of now is the pee sex I never really had. But do I dare tell him this?

By now I know he is horny and probably looking at my breasts I just sent him. Oh well. What do I care.

"I wish you would join me in the shower and piss all over my tits to mark your territory Boss."

Silence.

Then I see him typing and the telling text appears:

"Horny submissive whore of mine!"

"From you yes. You say that well."

"I find it horny that you really act like a submissive slut. And as my property. Because that's what you are when I've marked you that way."

"That's right, Boss."

The butterflies are coursing through my stomach, not normal what this guy brings to me. So this is what I have been longing for all these years. Finally my wish is coming true!

As I stand with my bare bottom under the hot running water, I hang with my upper body over the bathtub that is next to the shower, chatting with my boss. In my fantasy, he storms the bathroom, pushes me against the wall and rapes me doggy-style in the shower.

"Boss... suppose you want to do something with me, but I say no. What do you do then?"

"Then I will continue."

"Always? Or only with me?"

"Only with you. With my slut."

(Jesus, how horny he makes me!)

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