Bratty Sub| Series
Secret Diary #1
Or not so secret — when Master finds his submissive’s diary he discovers her inner thoughts and reactions to their sexy play
I came across the diary at the bottom of the laundry basket, wrapped in a white pillowcase. It was designed to be overlooked, but the square shape was out of place amongst shirts and bedding waiting to be ironed. It was a hard-backed lined notebook available from any stationery store, its cover was black, its spine red. When I cracked it open I recognised her neat writing, its swirls and flicks crowded the pages. My curiosity was innocent for those first moments, seeing pages headed with different dates I knew it was a diary of sorts and that I was invading her privacy, but I couldn’t help myself.
I leaned against the kitchen counter, letting my eyes roam over the pages, words jumped out at me ‘cunt’ ‘cock’ ‘slut’ ‘dirty’ ‘greedy’ and my name, ‘Sir’ was on every page. We have a D/s dynamic and I call her my little rabbit —because she wants sex all the time, every way I can think to dish it — she takes it, relishes it, begs for it (she can be quite demanding). I’m not complaining, I trained her that way, but rabbit was a fast learner.
Monday 5th March
Sir tied me up today, my arms fastened to the bedstead and my ankles were attached to a leg-spreader. My pussy got wet even as I saw the restraints. I deliberately stretched my arms as wide as possible before he fastened them with cuffs. I wanted marks from the cuffs and to feel pulled uncomfortably wide.
He blindfolded me before something round and cold pressed against my lips, so I opened wide.
“Suck it girl, get it sloppy and lubed”
I knew it was going inside me — when I felt his finger probe my arse I knew where. He pressed and rubbed, a wonderful intrusion, readying me for the plug. My pussy drooled almost as much as my mouth.
Sir was nudging the plug to my taint and I felt myself open up, welcoming its invasion. We have never used a metal plug before, I was unsure how it would feel inside. It wasn’t cold, I’d got it to body temperature, but it was heavy and it stretched me.
What did I look like? Was it a fancy one with a jewel? It felt like it had a wide neck and I was conscious of it holding my ring of muscle open.
Next Sir slapped my breasts — several hard fast blows to each side. I gasped and my eyes watered, but the excitement drooled from my pussy. He fastened nipple clamps to my dangling breasts, they pulled and tightened with my slightest move I guessed they had a chain between them.
I was panting now. When I felt Sir’s hand cupping my cunny and delving his fingers deep inside I was proud of how wet and ready I was.
“Good slut” his voice was deep (which means he’s feeling horny) “you’re ready to play!”
The rest of the passage was about me spanking her with my bare hand and rubbing her pussy til she came. Next I used a riding crop to give her some lovely stripes before removing the metal butt plug and fucking her lovely stretched arse. After reading that I had a raging hard on, but I was hooked so I made a coffee then settled on the sofa to read more extracts from rabbit’s diary.
Thursday 19th April
Sir was already asleep in bed, and I was curled up beside him, but I couldn’t sleep. There was a heaviness, in my groin and my nipples were aching, hard points. I properly listened to Sir’s breathing to ensure he was sleeping before I carefully removed my panties and pushed them under the pillow.
Reaching my right hand down to my pussy I dragged one finger slowly up my split from my hole to my clit — it felt so good. I wanted to moan and wriggle my behind, but I mustn’t wake Sir . He is very strict, owns all my orgasms so I should not play alone, but I couldn’t help myself. I wet my finger and stroked again, just like before. This time my clit was peeping out a little more and the frisson of pleasure spread out from my core in a starburst.
I kept stroking and licking — I dared not spread my legs, I didn’t pinch my nipples even though they ached, heavy and begging for attention. As I continued to stroke a spit-lubed finger along my slit, the blood flow made my puffy lips part and my eager clit was straining for more attention.
Sir turned in his sleep, sighing heavily. Did he smell my pussy juices? They flowed copiously now. Fragrant goo was coating my lips and the tops of my thighs. Two fingers dipped into my hole to lube them before circling my clit incessantly, letting the pressure and pleasure build.
I yearned to buck and writhe as those feelings built inside. I WANTED to jump on Sir and fuck his brains out riding a St George, but I stayed very still and thrummed myself until I came, silently and violently. I couldn’t restrain the bucks and twitches in my abdomen, which felt awesome. Sir didn’t wake so I lay there bathed in aftershocks, flushed with bliss til I fell asleep.
I remembered that morning. I guessed what she had done because when I rolled over for my morning fuck, rabbit wasn’t wearing her Thursday knickers. After treating her very sternly she showed me they were under her pillow, and confessed. Her punishment for that incident was not being allowed to cum for two days. However, she’d been instructed to fellate and wank me off repeatedly, while we had watched pornography.
Flicking a page ahead I was surprised to see a diary entry noting how much she’d enjoyed her punishment, and that she planned to be more ‘bratty’ in future to earn more.
Tuesday 8th May
Today Sir had lots of bills to pay, which is boring for me. He sat at his desk for hours while I did housekeeping chores (naked as always). I tried to distract him by wearing my strappy heels and then taking the feather duster into his study. I reached up high a lot, making my pert boobies jiggle. I bent over at the waist, giving a full view of my pussy, I tried swishing my behind when I walked, but Sir was concentrating so hard.
In the end I put the duster down and crawled on my hands and knees to him, pretty sure he was at least watching out of the corner of his eye. When I got to his desk I swivelled his office chair to face me and began to nuzzle my head in his lap, like a cat nagging to be stroked. I nudged and mewled, channelling my best feline acting skills and he didn’t stop me.
When he chuckled and parted his thighs I began rubbing my face at his growing bulge, getting a waft of his masculine smell and the heat from his straining cock.
I looked up with pleading eyes and opened my mouth wide and sat, on my haunches, waiting. Soon Sir gave into my silent demand and unzipped his flies to release the hot flesh I was craving. My pussy clenched. I had got my way but I took care to keep my mouth open and my face bland as I transformed from rabbit to his personal blow job doll.
“Go on then rabbit.”
He fed his length between my lips allowing me to lick and suck. I relish the taste of Sir’s precum which had gathered at the tip. He likes me to lick and tickle his frenulum and the underside of his cock and he enjoys me taking his balls into my mouth, one at a time. I set about making this the best interruption he could imagine.
I could recall that day too. She had sucked like a trooper, her throat almost swallowing my full length - the hot intense pressure had my climax escalating quickly. I remembered cumming in several sharp jerks, my pleasure was increased as they rained over her face and tits. rabbit had scooped up every pearly rope to swallow them with evident satisfaction, before resuming her housework chores.
Suddenly I heard rabbit’s key in the lock — she was home from the grocery shop.
I quickly replaced her diary in its hiding place and went to meet her with a kiss. I would not to tell her what I’d read, but I planned to make use of my new knowledge. My little rabbit loved being a brat. I should give her plenty of opportunities to act up so she can enjoy being punished!
To be Continued …
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