A short story for thi ca chi about her workplace

[thi.ca.chi has taken a summer job to help get ahead of her student loans. The office is ultraconservative, stiff and boring. The work is mind numbing but it pays. David wrote this story as a reward for her behavior this week. She reports several unpleasant people in the office, including some nasty younger women and a particularly harsh, nit-picking older one. David decided to use them as the featured characters in the story...]

thi.ca.chi, it sounds like a crap hole of a place to work.

But the tone of the place certainly provides me with a lot of options for your continuing education, doesn't it?

I would LOVE to have the old hag shrew discipline you for one of your "transgressions" - like taking a personal call or too long for lunch. She would call everyone in the office to gather around, then tie your wrist together, throw the end of the rope over one of the overhead lights or supports and pull you until you were on tip toes.

Then, she'd go around the office and gather the nastiest, most envious, most uptight prigs she could find. Male and female. The ones who look at you when you come into the office and think "fucking preppie skank meat" and "uppity bitch". The ones who would just love twenty minutes with you and a horsewhip - they would "teach your a lesson" about "how to respect your betters".

She'd have one of the porky, self-important women strip you naked in front of everyone, laughing and prodding, pinching and poking at your tanned, firm flesh. Treating you like a side of beef in a butcher shop window, weighing your titties with her hand, opening your ass cheeks to see if you're "clean" or not.

Then, the hag would go to the kitchenette and come back with a handful of wooden spoons and spatulas and hand them out to the crowd. They would take turns, two well-placed strokes each, the winner - the one who brings the first tears to your eyes - gets a free lunch. "Free" in that it's to be taken out of your paycheck.

It takes nearly a full hour to break you. You try SO hard not to cry. You won't let this bitch or any of these "co-workers" get the better of you. But at one point, three of them band together. You watch them whispering and you shake, wondering what they might be plotting, but knowing it will be horrible. You can tell by the way they sneer at you as they whisper in their little group. Two women - thin and harsh looking women easily in their sixties - and one smart-ass clerk in his 20s.

The three of them approach you at the same time. The women rest the flats of their spatulas - synthetic, 4 inches across with big holes that will let the air pass through as they swing them - against the undersides of your breasts The young man kneels in front of you and places his against your flat belly, on the little mound just above the cunt.

"You said one at a time!" you scream to the hag.

"I said no such thing. And for your insolence, they get 5 strokes each," the hag sneers.

You know then that you're going to break even before the first stroke. And you're right. The tears start flowing even before the three of them raise their implements. They hold their implements steady, stopping exactly one foot above your flesh.

The man counts down "three...two..." and stops. The entire room is quiet, they listen to your sobs for several seconds. Then, they erupt into laughter. You feel whatever tiny bit of self-control you had fade and your body goes limp.

You pee yourself after the fourth stroke, bringing more laughter.

When they're finiished, they let you dress and go back to your desk, damp, in pain, and completely humiliated.

That's when you write up the email report for me. And the Circle.

David

thi ca chi's return: Wednesday - her response

I should be ashamed for how horny your email made me feel... my cunt is just drenched with fuck juice... I think I told you way back that one of my "go to" fantasies involved something similar... my master whoring me out for nickles and dimes... and I would have to collect the money with my mouth and spit it in the jar.. the jar that had a line to mark when I got enough money to reach, then I could stop having my body so badly used... fucked in the most depraved ways... doing things that even cheap whores refuse to do... taking on men women and anything else that my master wants me to....

I know I am a pathetic piece of fuck meat... but I love who I am... so many women are uptight about their sexuality... prudish.. thinking certain things are dirty or disgusting... I crave those things... I want to be spit on and slapped and reminded that the only things I am good for are to fuck... and to fuck around with... I could come in handy for men with anger management issues... you tell them that they can take out all that rage on my body.. knowing that I will love all of it... you'll keep it from going too far, but be amused to see just how much I can take....

As for my schedule... I will make time for your friend's Cock, Master David...

I've chatted online with a couple of other guys while you were gone... and they are just so douchey.... it's really hard to find someone who gets that deep thrill from humiliation... and you get it... I love it when you talk nasty to me... it makes my nasty cunt twitch when you call me a fuck pig, or a dirty whore... or any other names.... it just makes me so hot... I can't wait to have a cyber session with you again... and if you want to pass me around to your friends... well, that's good too!!

Please, Sir, schedule it as soon as possible...

thi ca chi's return: Wednesday - David's response to her question

I was thinking more tonight about your questions concerning ass fucking, cunt fucking, face fucking -- the various ways you would be used by your Master and by the general public.

Those questions are appropriate ones to be going through your mind, but I want to encourage you not to ponder them too deeply. Yes, you should be wondering why your Master might choose to let this one fuck your ass and the next one fuck your face. You might wonder which hole your Master will choose to pimp out next. You should be wondering this the way a dog might wonder when she will be taken out for her next walk or the way a pig might wonder why it is in this pen and not the other.

This week, you are a set of holes, titties, nipples, and soft flesh dedicated to my amusement. Your questions should be "what do you want me to do  next?" and "are you enjoying this?" Nothing deeper.

A piece of ass like yourself - a soaking wet, quivering mass of cunt flesh - is in way over its head asking questions of a theoretical nature. I won't expect to read any more emails like that from you until at least next week.

Do you understand? Does it make your cunt wet being reminded that this week, these few days I've been able to carve out of my schedule, you are nothing more than a piece of warm meat for me to jerk off into? You don't even rate a fuck. You are on par with the wad of kleenex I used to wipe myself clean after allowing you to cyber-blow me last night.

Tell me your schedule for the next 2 days. I have a friend I would like you to cyber-fuck.

thi ca chi's return: Wednesday - she asks a question

thi ca chi sent this in an email to David:

Also, you said something... it was something to the effect of... and I am paraphrasing here... "if i were to fuck you, it would be in the ass"... I'd like you to ponder this and tell me what you think....I have been emailing a guy from Australia for a couple of years... every so often we'll exchange some nasty fantasies... and his idea is that when you whore out a slut... that he feels the only two holes to be used to fuck the masses are the mouth and ass.  He thinks that the cunt should be for the master and the master alone... (and any extensions, thereof) his idea was that most men who want nasty, wild sex want anal and oral... and that the cunt would be off limits to the masses....

I wasn't sure what to make of it.... What's your opinion??  Anyway... I am headed off to bed to make myself cum... I am very, very excited for tomorrow!!!

-- see David's answer in a separate post

thi ca chi's return: Tuesday - her obedience

My body is just tingling from the hair on my scalp to the tips of my toes.  I came so hard in the shower this morning... the toothbrush didn't hurt, it felt way beyond good.  I had a massive orgasm and I had to prop myself up against the shower wall because I was so dizzy.

I selected a deep red, "color stay" lipstick... it's not supposed to cum off, and I would report that the lipstick does as it advertises... even now, eighteen hours after I wrote it, it can still be seen, although it's faded and smeared a bit now.

But, I like the look of how smeared the lipstick is... it reminds me of what my face would look like after I had sucked a bunch of cocks... smeared, like a dirty whore... I am going to leave it on, rubbing my legs together as I sleep, continuing to think about serving you, Master David....

I selected a black, knee length pencil skirt and a red silk, long sleeve shirt that buttons up the front.  Very high heels, as I always wear,  And, in keeping with the theme you gave me, I also wore a red silk bra and matching panties.

It made work much more exciting than usual.... I decided that today would be a good day to do some filing.  I knelt in front of the filing cabinet, and I imagined you were in front of me, so I parted my knees, so you could see the markings on my legs, as well as my wet panties.  As I knelt, I imagined that I was kneeling at your feet... subservient and pathetic... thinking about grovelling at your feet, the way I did last night when I was begging you to allow me to suck your cock.

I wanted to hike my skirt up to my waist and spread my legs open... I know that sounds disgusting... but I am a disgusting skank, so it's natural for me to feel that way, isn't it?  I wanted to display to the world what kind of slut I am... I wish I had an audience, so I could lean back and sit on my heels, knees spread as wide as I could, and rub my nasty cunt... correction... YOUR nasty cunt... rub my cunt through my panties, feeling how soaking wet they were... and push my finger inside of my pussy through my panties... I would have loved to cut them off and shove them in my mouth as I exposed my naked cunt...spread my pussy lips open so I am displayed in the most obscene and grotesque ways...what a sight I would be...giving everyone the view of a part of me that has only been seen by my lovers and gynecologist.

That fantasy made my panties soaking wet, and I wondered if anyone in the office would get close enough that they would be able to smell my cunt... but, knowing the people in my office... I doubt they'd know a cunt when they smelled it.  I rubbed my legs together, flexing the muscles of my cunt... I considered having an orgasm at my desk... and thought about it more...

You told me I could do whatever I wanted during lunch, and I was so fucking hot.... so turned on, that I thought that it would be appropriate to cum at my desk...I went to the bathroom, and got myself all worked up by rubbing my clit and fingering my cunt... I kneaded my sore breasts and waves of pain and pleasure shot through my body... when I got close to cumming, I went back to my desk and sat there... staring at my computer screen...I imagined that I was chatting with you, although it was dark on your end, so I just saw the outline of your face... your voice told me what a fucking nasty slut I was... hearing you say humiliating things to me pushed me over the edge, and I came... it wasn't a huge orgasm... but I still had one... I had to spend the rest of the day (and night) in wet panties.

When I left to head to the bar, I got the bands on my tits, and when I stopped and parked at the bar, I snapped the bands over and over again... I was shaking and I was fighting the urge to cry.... sitting in my car, I pulled my skirt up, and the red lipstick was still pretty clear... I knew that when I changed into levis, it would get rubbed off... but it sure made me hot to look at it.

I got your email and did what you said.... I was kind of sad that when I went to rub my wrists upon the writing, to see that it was smeared and faded... I rubbed both wrists against my legs, and went back to work.... nobody asked me about it, but it was on my mind all night.

I knelt several times during the night, and hoping that no one was looking, I ran my hands up and down my legs, thinking about what they said...

I'm anxious to go home and cum... I will be envisioning you at the bottom of my bed, I will be spreading my legs wide, showing you the cunt and asshole that are yours to use...I will get on all fours, Sir... oh yes, I think that it will be appropriate for me to be on all fours like an animal....and I will imagine you behind me, watching me spread my asscheeks apart for you to see..... I will slap my cunt and crudely ram two fingers in my soaking wet pussy... then I will push one finger, and then the other finger into my asshole.....between my legs, I will have my large vibrator, so when I squat down, I can hump my vibrator to assist in my orgasm... fingering my ass, as I beg you to fuck me... I will grunt and groan like an animal, wildly humping the vibrator and reaming my own asshole....

All the time, I will be thinking of you... wishing you were here to use my body for the purposes it was intended for...

I hope to have good dreams, and I wish you the same...

thi ca chi's return: Tuesday - her short response

I will admit, I probably looked very animal-like, when I came by fingering my ass... I was just so turned on all day.... and then rubbing my cunt on the way home... all i could think of was cumming, and since it's kinky and wild to finger my asshole, it heightened it more... plus there was a small risk of having one of my roommates come home...

I will gladly and obediently follow your instructions...

Back when I went hog wild in the sex toy store... one of the things that I bought was a shower head attachment that was in the shape of a penis.  It's good at cleaning things out back there... so... if you want to do more ass play, please instruct me...

thi ca chi's return: Tuesday - her Assignment

thi.ca.chi -

The line we are looking for, of course, is the one where you and I have the strongest connection - that sweet sweet nectar of deep humiliation. That place where you turn your will over to me completely, knowing that the more deviate the act, the more intense your eventual orgasm. And the more thorough my entertainment.

There are so many things we can have you do, but as I thought through them, I realized that less-is-more. Just touching you here and there, making you do this and that, will be so much more powerful for me. If only because I will know you WANT more.

So here are your instructions for Tuesday. As usual, if any are impossible due to RL constraints, you are to improvise something you know will amuse me.

The theme for the day is RED.

Before work: in the shower, we will work on your nipples and clitty. Bring your toothbrush with you. press it hard against your little bud, you know, the one freaks like you like to have licked by men, women ... or whatever comes your way and sniffs your scent. Rub it until you cum. Now, there are many ways to do this. Other women I've had tell me the least painful is to press it straight down and just wiggle, so the bristles don't move. You, my little whore, might want to use it more like a brush. I wonder if you can cum like that? I don't care. I care that you cum and that you leave your clit bright, shining red between your cunt lips.

Next, work your nipples the same way. Remember, we want them a bright blush, bright red. All 3 spots will remind you of me all and your viewers at the Circle day.

It will amuse me if you brush your teeth with that very same brush after you use it between your legs.

Dress for the day: the more conservative the better. I want to heighten the difference between what they see on the surface and what you know is going on underneath.

Write with lipstick DAVID'S on the inside of your left thigh and WHORE on the other. The effect I want from you is this: as the day goes on and you walk around, sit, move, you will be smearing the words across the insides of your thighs. You will feel it, you will think everyone sees it. You will wish everyone could see it, won't you?

The rest of your outfit can be normal. See? less-is-more.

During the Day: at least once every 90 minutes (so 5 times during the work day), find a reason to get down on your knees. Drop a pencil. Go for some supplies. Wipe some spilled coffee. Your knees must be at least 6 inches apart. No need to be obscene about it. You and I will know why you're doing it, won't we?

Lunch: whatever.

Why "whatever"? Because I know how eager you are to read something like "masturbate to orgasm" or "go to a local bar and suck off some guy in the men's room" or even "snap rubber bands on your nipples".

Nope.

Your obedience at lunchtime is to be ignored, like the old fucked-out whore who kneels before her Master while he fucks the younger, hotter one with the firm flesh and pert titties. Or the long-distance fuck toys I use when nobody local is available. Meditate on that at lunch - that your body is of so little interest to me I would rather jerk off to porno videos than give you instructions to follow at lunchtime.

Dirty, nasty girls like yourself can't expect to be the center of attention all the time.

DO pee at lunch time. I do hope you piss yourself again when you fuck your ass later, but I don't want a gusher. Just a trickle, just enough to remind you what kind of twisted little slut you are.

On the Way Home: same protocol as yesterday. rubber band your titties, panties off, legs spread. BUT in addition, smaller rubber bands for your nipples. Drive carefully.

I prefer you do not masturbate while driving, so let's add a little something. DO stop on the way home and go into a fast food place. Go into the bathroom. Snap the rubber bands at the base of your titties. 5 times on each side. top, bottom, sides, I don't care. they will all hurt intensely. Think of me standing there, pulling them and releasing them. And smiling my approval at my little obedient pain-slut.

You may masturbate in the bathroom if you so choose.

At home: same protocol as today with these modifications:

before you start, use a ruler and give your purple, swollen titties 10 swats each, 5 from above, 5 from below. Then you can take off the rubber bands and feel the blood rush back into them. When the pain begins to reside, 10 more swats on each side.

FINALLY you get to cum. I was going to have you use a dildo on your ass but I have to admit, this turned me on wayyy more than it should have:

"...I started fucking my ass with my finger... I never even touched my cunt... I just started cumming  while holding onto the computer desk with one hand, the other one slapping against my ass as I tried to get my finger deeper inside of me..."

The picture of you there ass fucking yourself to orgasm, an animal with nothing on its mind but "cum!", is too too enticing to give up. The only difference is that you will use 2 fingers this time. By the end of the week, I will probably have you ramming your whole hand up your ass. We'll see.

Afterwards: When you're finished, and your report is submitted, the rest of the night is yours. You are under no restrictions regarding cumming, sucking, fucking, picking up men, women, using toys, whatever.

We are all looking forward to reading your report.

thi ca chi's return: Monday - her obedience

I got home from work, driving like a woman possessed... and I was possessed.... I was lucky to have not gotten in an accident, because I was so hot and bothered... my tits were on fire, and my nipples were so hard that they were poking through my bra and my top.

As soon as I got in the car, I pulled my bra off, so that my tits were free, except for the rubber bands that were fucking with my circulation... at the first stop light, I wiggled out of my panties and slid them down my legs... however, the light turned green before I got them off, so I had to drive the next three blocks with my panties around my ankles.  The next time I stopped, I pulled them off so I could spread my legs wide... I hiked my dress up so my cunt could feel the cooling breeze of the AC... however, the cold air was also making my nipples hard which just intensified the pain/pleasure coming from my banded titties.

I hit traffic on the way home, and I was really tempted to make myself cum... but cars were moving along enough that I was worried I would be cumming when the traffic finally broke and I could get in an accident from it... so I just kept things simmering on medium high heat, so to speak... I rubbed my clit, and slid a finger in and out of my pussy, stopping short of orgasm every time... then kneading my breasts through my top, sliding down in my seat so the car next to me couldn't see what I was doing.

I was practically out of the car when I got to my place... I ran as fast as I could in my heels and got so frustrated when it took a couple of tries to unlock the door because I was shaking so much.... I stripped naked and raced over to the computer, already sucking on my finger... I was so hot... you had got me so fucking worked up... that my finger slid into my ass without much effort... it felt so good... and so nasty.. and as I looked down at my purple tits, I just couldn't help it... I started fucking my ass with my finger... I never even touched my cunt... I just started cumming  while holding onto the computer desk with one hand, the other one slapping against my ass as I tried to get my finger deeper inside of me...

Because I hadn't gone to the bathroom in a while, I actually am ashamed to say that I peed a little when I came... the piss running down my left leg... I'm sorry for doing that, Sir...

XXXXX

You sure got me going, David... as usual.... I may not have gotten you online, but you still managed to get me off...I hope I can do the same... I'll come up with something and send it to you...

thi ca chi's return: Monday - her Assignment

thi ca chi emailed me late last week that she was online again and willing to submit to another round of games. As you might expect, I was eager to pick up where we left off.

I wrote her the following scenario and instructions:



thi ca chi: picture yourself in this scenario

thi.ca.chi returned to work after lunch and went about her normal business. She couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed, something in the building or at her desk.

She laughed, that didn't make any sense at all. Everything was right where she left it.

Except... maybe...

There were three rubber bands sitting at the far end of the desk. Did I leave those there? she wondered. They were the medium-sized kind, about 1/2 inch wide and 4 inches around. Plain tan, nothing special about them.

So why did her eyes keep going back to them? Wondering why they were there. As the afternoon wore on, she was more and more distracted. she was POSITIVE she hadn't put them there.

But then, who did?

She looked around. The place was pretty quiet, no more, no less than usual. She let herself indulge a fantasy. David had slipped in at lunch time while she was driving home. Lying to her about the fact that he couldn't chat online because of "RL issues". In fact, he'd been there all along. Watching her all morning, from some unknown vantage point.

She looked around. There were three possible spots, enough to let her keep on with the fantasy.

She thought to herself "what would David like his slave to do in this situation?"

She knew immediately. She opened her knees wide underneath the desk and crossed her ankles, forcing her crotch just that much more open. she looked around again. Nobody was nearby. She pinched her nipples through her shirt, feeling the fabric biting into them. She ground them between thumb and finger, imaginging David's hands on her.

"What would he want? What would he want?" she thought. Her eyes kept going back to the rubber bands.

"ding" - incoming PM.

"Lean your head back a little the next time you twist your nipples" : DAVID

She turned anxiously. Where the fuck was he!?

"Hello?" : DAVID

She looked at the screen. Fuck!

"Go into the bathroom and wrap one of the rubber bands around the base of each of your titties. Wear them for 20 minutes. less if you feel your body might be having trouble. Not just because you don't like it, cunt.

"The third rubber band goes around your left wrist.

"Every 8 minutes, snap it. Hard. EVERY 8 minutes. If you're in a meeting or some such, you can explain you're quitting smoking...

"After 20 minutes, take off the tittie bands. Put them on again once every hour until you leave for the day. Wear them home.

"When you get home, immediately strip naked and kneel in front of your computer. Stuff the middle finger of your left hand up your asshole and with your right hand, type me up a little love letter about how your afternoon went..."

David signed off.

She looked around, wondered where he was. Or if he was even there. Hell! could just be toying with her. But how would he know there were 3 rubber bands on the desk?

She took a deep breath and, fingers trembling, picked up the rubber bands and went into the ladie's room.

-- did you picture it? were you able to picture yourself there?

Now, do it. Act it out. A dripping, hungry cunt bitch like you would want to be used like that, wouldn't she?

Write me a report when you're finished.

-- I'll post her report next.

thi-ca-chi: update

thi-ca-chi is currently not involved with the Circle.  I've had her shut down her FB page and she will not be responding to email for the duration.

I have archived some email and chat exchanges and will be posting them as time allows, but for now, there won't be any new material coming from her.

thi-ca-chi: my rough experience

David

Friday night: The night began in an average enough way... I was all dressed up, hair and make up all in place... we went out around nine, and hit the first club...

I had taken your suggestion to heart and as I danced, I visualized you and your buddies over in the corner, watching me.  I imagined you watching me walk back to the bar to do another shot.  The club was filling up pretty quickly, and I knew a lot of people there, so I was joking and laughing. Since it was mostly gay men and lesbians, I was flirting openly with a couple of girls, but they weren't really interested.  My friends and I kept dancing for almost an hour, with occasional breaks to do more shots.

I wasn't paying attention to the time, but a group of us decided to move on to another club. We all piled into the car and went to another gay club... however, this particular club shares it's parking lot with another club, this one catering to a different crowd (live rock bands and pool tables).  When we parked, I noticed a classic car that belonged to a former flame of mine.  He and I had a blast a few years ago... intellectually we got along, sexually we got along... but scheduling was a nightmare...we never really broke up, we just went our separate ways, and lost touch.

I told the people I was with to go ahead without me and I would catch up.  I went into the club and found him pretty quickly.  He seemed happy to see me, and welcomed me to his table.  The music was really loud, so I had to lean in close. I asked if he could answer a personal question for me.  He agreed and I asked him if... when he and I had been together.. how would he have responded if I asked him to be rougher during sex.  He gave me a dubious look and asked if I was drunk. I laughed and... maybe I have been ultra horny lately from following your commands … (good chance of that ) ... but whatever the reason, I got the nerve to ask him again, adding that I had been exploring that question a lot lately online and was eager to explore it in real life.

He leaned in very close, and whispered in my ear... his comments made my pussy wet and my knees weak.  He told me that if I had been honest with him back then, and told him that I wanted it rougher, that he would have gladly taken it as far as I wanted to go. He asked me to give him some examples of how "rough" I wanted it.

I told him that I wanted to be treated like a nasty slut.  His eyebrows went up and I took a deep breath and continued... I told him that being called dirty names made me very, very hot.  And I wanted sex to be rougher.... I had already confessed that I wanted him to talk dirty... beyond what normal people consider dirty... I told him that I wanted my hair pulled, to be slapped everywhere, and to have sex so hard that I was sore for days afterward..  I didn't want to give up any more information than that, if he thought I was a freak, then I was relatively safe... and if he was into it, I could, at a later time, draw more information from him about how rough he would have liked it. I nervously awaited his response.  He leaned in and told me that if I had told him that before, he would have fucked me so hard that I couldn't walk for days.  

So many factors played into what happened next.... but, the way he was looking and me, and the way that I felt inside... I somehow found the voice to tell him to take me back to his place. His hand grabbed my arm, and he grabbed it really tight, pulling me close.  He whispered to me that I had better not be fucking with him.  I shook my head no and he stood up, pulling me up with him.  He mentioned something to his friends and led me out of the bar, When we were outside, he leaned down and asked me if I would like to back up my words with some actions.

I left with him, and his apartment was about ten minutes away.  He didn't speak to me the entire time, he just drove with his jaw set and his stereo blasting.  When we got there, I followed him across the walkway and down the stairs to his place.  As soon as I had walked through the doorway, he closed the door and pushed me against it.  Now, even with my five inch heels on, he still stood more than six inches taller than me.  He leaned down and asked me what he should call me.  I muttered that he could call me anything he wanted... and I can't remember all of the names that I uttered, but I know I started saying a lot, giving him permission to pretty much call me anything he wanted.

He bent his knees and reached down to pull the bottom of my dress up to my waist, and he rubbed my pussy through my panties, mumbling something about how wet it was.  He turned around and walked to his room, and I think he invited me back... but from here on.. things happened very fast, and in my mind, it all seems to run together.

He turned on a small lamp in his room, and when I got in there, he was taking off his clothes, and in a very authoritative voice, he told me to strip and get on the bed.  He spread my legs and knelt between them.  He slid a few fingers into my pussy and fingered me until I was just getting ready to cum, and then he stopped.

Now, it really gets fuzzy...because as I have been typing this, i am playing it back in my mind, and it's all hot and wild and the order of things isn't what's coming back to me.  So.... forgive me here for my sloppy narrative, but I want to hit all of the highlights...

He slapped my tits and asked me if I liked it.  I said yes, and he glared at me.  He told me to refer to myself as one of the names that I wanted to, and to call him Sir.  I said, "Yes, Sir". I finally managed to spit out that I was a nasty slut, and I loved him slapping my tits, Sir... He responded by slapping them again, and repeating to me the name I had just called myself.  
I figured out pretty quickly that he was taking cues from me as to what was arousing for me to hear... so I gave him a big selection of names after that, and he responded by calling me every one of them, over and over again.  He fucked me very hard, and in a variety of positions.  He pulled my hair... a lot... so much so that today, my scalp in tingling.  He slapped my tits, and when he fucked me from behind, he slapped my ass a lot... and towards the end, he started slapping my face... not very hard... but still... He slowed down a little so he could lube up his cock to fuck me in the ass.  He had me lay on my back and he pushed my legs up by my ears and told me to hold it like that, and he pushed into my ass, then leaned on my legs to prop him up as he fucked my ass.  One hand rubbed my clit while the other stuck his fingers in my mouth.  Every time I went to put my arms around him, he ordered me to drop them.  

He came in my ass, and I thought he was going to have me suck him off, but he didn't... He left for a minute, and then came back to fuck my pussy again, and he was just as rough as before.  He rolled over me and told me to ride him like the (I think it was dirty whore, but I am not sure... which name he called me and when) I did, and he pulled my nipples as I rode him.  The second time,he pounded me a lot harder... pushed me closer to the wall so that with every thrust, my head was knocked into the wall.  My skin was turning pink from his slaps... and I was in sexual heaven... I can't tell you how many times I came, but it seemed like one giant orgasm, for a couple of hours...That time, when he came, he pulled out and came on my tits... which I rubbed his cum in and licked it off my fingers.

I must have fallen asleep... because the next thing I remember is waking up and he's straddling my face, feeding me his cock...which i loved... what an awesome way to wake up!!!  I used to love sucking his cock, and so I was really into it.  He came in my mouth and then rubbed my body, stroking me and he pulled me close and asked me if he was too rough with me, and I said no, not at all.  We slept cuddled up like that, and when he dropped me off this morning, we didn't really discuss what happened, he just said he'd call me and he kissed me and drove off.

Assignment for thi-ca-chi

On Friday night, thi-ca-chi was given an assignment. I knew that she was going to be out partying with friends. It seemed like a good time to let her prove her willingness to debauch herself for the Circle's entertainment.

She was instructed to make herself look as slutty as possible and seek out someone to whom she could offer herself. The ideal situation would be a former lover, someone she felt safe with, someone she could tell "I want you to do all of those things to me you wanted to but never did."

She promised us a report.

thi-ca-chi: Excited

i am excited and anxious to please my new master.  Master David is done using me, and i am fine with that.  Some girls would feel sad about being used and tossed aside, but i am rather hopeful about it.  If he passes my training along to this new Master, then i get a chance to bring pleasure to a whole new circle of people.  i love to try new and crazy things, and i wonder if someday, i may end up seeing myself on the internet, being fucked hard by a group of people.  i do want to make a distinction... the stuff written about me paints me as a cock craving slut, and that's just not true.  i love pussy, too.  i love to have a girl sit on my face and let me lick her cunt until she creams all over me.

i have some work to do to please my new Master.  He had me finger myself to orgasm while i was at work tonight.  He used words that made me feel so cheap and dirty, and while most girls would have been shocked or offended, it made me fucking hot! i fingered my slutty little cunt, imagining his big cock in front of me, my mouth open wide, hoping to suck him.

Now, i am home and i am to do some tasks for Him.  i will be going to sleep while i dream of him taking me on all fours, pounding me from behind while he gathers my long brown hair in his hands, wrapping it around his fists to pull my head up, so i can see us fucking in the mirror.
What an awesome dream to have!!

A New Treat

Tonight turned out to be the best night I've had in a long time. I got a stack of email earlier from my friend David. He told me to read it and get on a conference call at 10. The pile contained a stack of email exchanges and chat logs between him and thi.ca.chi. From what I read, the woman is a natural submissive with a hunger for cock that never ends. Every other line in her emails was about someone she'd fucked or sucked in the last few days.

We got on the phone at 10 and David told us he'd tried her out but decided he just wasn't interested. That didn't surprise me. David doesn't really go for ones like this. Cum sluts. Gang bang party girls. He loves them to start out refined and slowly turn into what thi.ca.chi already is. So, he wasn't interested.

He was going to put her back out on the Internet for the first taker, but offered her to us first. Only about three of us expressed any interest. The call ended at 11.

Just after midnight, I got an email from David. He'd made up his mind and told me she was mine if I was interested.

I am.

I sent her some instructions to follow when she gets home from work tonight. She's supposed to post the results here so you can all read them. We'll see if she is as obedient as she says she is.

Welcome along for the ride.

Upcoming Changes for thi-ca-chi

thi-ca-chi has spent the last few weeks learning some of the basics of being a submissive. For several months before that, she was allowed to observe quietly as another submissive was trained by myself and a Circle of friends. When the other woman progressed far enough along to need less attention, her ongoing training was turned over to another member of the Circle.

At that point, thi-ca-chi was brought forward to begin her training. In just these few past weeks, she's pleasured members of our Circle as well as our friends. She's been obedient and is eager to proceed. As part of that progression, she's been instructed to maintain an online history of what she goes through in the next several weeks. She has also established a presence on Facebook and is already finding friends who can help her on this journey.

As of this morning, members of the Circle are discussing who will be responsible for her primary training. We've already determined that she will not be given to a Mistress, which leaves our choice down to one of four men.

We also made mention of her on FB to see if one of the people who has "friended" her might be interested. We expect a decision by the end of the day or tomorrow at the latest.

Everyone is anxious to savor her treats.

thi-ca-chi: Being Obedient

my name is Thai, although i am not from Thailand.  It's pronounced "Thee-kay-chai", although i answer to just about any name that i am called.  The translation of my name means, "to be used", and it is fitting.  i wish to obey, and i want to be punished if i do not perform up to expectations.  i am attending college right now, and all i can think about is sucking cock, eating pussy or letting someone use my other fuck holes to get off.  i am obsesses with porn, and i get so turned on when i see women behaving like i would like to. i hope that someday, there is someone who can help guide me to my full potential, sexually.

Welcome thi-ca-chi