A Slut to be labelled..

I knew the evening would be an evening without me wearing my knickers. I had put on the new, long, black dress, very fashionable, yes, but I chose it just as much because I know, that it falls very flattering around my buttocks, and shows the curves off very nicely, through the thin fabric.. I had chosen it because I know, he enjoys looking, and because I of course like to be admired.. Chosen it because it very easily shows off, with a hand put on the right place, that I wear no knickers at all..

 

 

I took off the knickers standing in front of the elevator. I showed them to him, and took the elevator up to the party, we were going to. I felt, standing in the elevator, how my cunt got moist and wet, and I felt the cool air around the lips of my cunt, walking out of the elevator. All night I felt the moisture between my legs, felt the horniness, and felt the nervousness wondering, if I would get so wet, the fabric would show a stain..

 

 

We came home late, tired, filled with food and drink, happy, not having been together for 5 days. I also knew, that we were too tired for there to happen anything sexy, going to bed. I hadn't calculated with my restless sleep all night, feeling his hand on my erect and sensitive breast nipples, or between my legs, in his sleep feeling the moisture of my cunt, and the soft groove between my buttocks.. A very restless night, many times awaken, feeling the lust rushing through my entire body..

 

 

Morning.

 

 

3 orgasms flushing through my body, the first one, that should have been a quite one, decided the number of strokes with the whip. 35 strokes, that ended up with many, many more.. But before I was allowed to feel the first stroke of the whip I was made to lay in the bed, like the horny slut I am, with my heart beating fast, waiting..

 

 

Waiting for the whip, with one end like a tawse. Waiting and finally redeemed with hard beats, making red marks on my buttocks, on top of the old bruises. The old bruises that are now just a bit faded.. Red marks that I know, quickly disappears again, even though I wish, they would stay..

 

 

Red marks, that I allowed myself to suggest, could be supplemented with strokes, using my leather belt with little metal plates on.. A kind suggestion, that he might feel inclined to use, if I am lucky. Because what if I don't get any marks? So that there soon is nothing to look at, strolling past a mirror? Such worries, a pain slut can have..

 

 

Well, if I am lucky, I will get spanked for having those worries. After all, there is fortunately nothing to worry about..