Elizabeth's Confession Pt. 05

The beginning of the winter descended upon me. I was still living for the most part in Sophia's flat over the lingerie shop. I was still mostly out of action from the still healing ink. Well, and that my Mistress had fastened my many pierced cunt with a chain and lock, to stop me fingering myself remorselessly. Our rendezvous with my estranged husband was well into the planning stage. Mistress was making me new clothes to wear. I was an haute couture slut. I was not allowed to see them. Indeed, my only real daily activity was to insert and leave increasingly large plugs and dildos in my arse. (Yes, it's arse, I'm not from the USA.) It wasn't a bad life. I was exposed to increasingly extreme porn all day. (I was getting like Alex, in 'A Clockwork Orange'.)

I had been shared (pimped, I daresay) out to a few acquaintances of Mistress I was glad of the variety, even if I was just a mouth for them, while I healed. There had been a few photo shoots too, showing off my new piercings. I could write more about being the centre of a bukkake, but why? A bunch of over excited pervs wanking off over me. How dull. The protein was welcome though... I had no further lesbian encounters, compelled, or otherwise since I returned from Ireland. I talked with Aisling