Working Wet

DISCLAIMER: If you are sensitive against violence or rape scenes please be advised that this particular post may not be for you. This story is FICTIONAL. I do not, nor have i EVER condoned violence or rape against any gender and after a request by my Master I have decided to publish this blog to flex my writing muscles, as it were. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!
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By 9 o'clock while some co-workers had already left the bar to be reunited to their families a small group of us stayed, giggling around a little table finishing the last of our drinks. I stood, wobbley, putting on my coat only to be met by a fairly pissed Ben-the-boss who took my by the elbow half-whispering, half-slurring "Let me help you to the bus stop gorgeous"

Walking down the cobble street back towards the main road, Ben swaggering slightly, turns to tell me what i dreaded to realise; "Ev...ever since you started working under me i've...i've seen that glint in your eye that you want me..." By now, he was standing, pointing a wobbley finger at me and gripping my arm tight. I laughed, I mean he's got to be kidding?, he's older then my father!! Still giggling, I pull my arm away "You're drunk boss, now stop pissing about!" I walk on a few steps before I realise he's still standing where I left him and I turn.

I'll never forget that face. His face. I could see his blood boil even from my distance... His face, purple from anger and alcohol were, within seconds, an inch away from mine. He pressed against me gripping both my arms tight "Listen here you little bitch" he spat at me "you'd be fucking lucky for anyone to take a second look at you!, let alone the director of his own company! You're trash!!" My heart was pounding, I was shaking so hard that his grip was the only thing keeping me standing. "Ben...Please...you're hurting me! I was only joking! C'mon, you know me...!" His anger melted into a dirty sneer "Ohh yes i know you, I know your type! With your short skirts and small tops, you're as mad for it as us men are!" He shakes me drawing me an inch away from his lager breath "You're in heat girl.... I can smell it" That last bit stung. I knew how I liked to dress and I knew it was never for him. The gorgeous Annie in accounting can contest to that. God this man was awful.

My anger rose. Ben was pinching my so hard and cursing my "teasing" that my anger just rose. I tried shaking out of his grip while kicking him in the leg. My own alcohol intake had seen hat working a lot better then it did, wincing in pain, his grip never weakened and he pulled me behind the wall slamming me against the bricks.

The back of my head meets the wall with a powerful thud and he's already pressed against me, my arms pinned above my elbow and his lips are on me...kissing me...trying to, trying to force his tongue into my mouth... I cry out trying to push him away as the first cracking blow from his fist cuts across my cheek bone...i'm stunned and frozen and as he bites down onto my neck he tears my skirt pulling it up grinding, thrusting against me... I push back almost toppling him and another three forceful punches knock me to the ground. Coughing and choking on blood, I see him above me unzipping...Clawing at the ground I try moving and as his boot meets my shoulder kicking me onto my back, another booted kick meets my stomach and I know its already too late...

Pinned face down, he pushes my legs apart and enters me bruising both my knees and his in his thrusting....

I'm wet now thinking about it... Fuck it was so hot. Powerful strong arms around me taking me so completely... I'm wet in no time. He explodeds soon after... Maybe I should stay back after work tonight... Mmm

It's All About Me...

Guess I'll start at the start, or what I consider the 'start' being when I moved out of home... Moved into a flat on my own about 4yrs ago right in the middle of Dublin city centre cos at the time that's where I was working too.

Office job was boring though, I mean compared to my BFF who ran music gigs around diff bars in Dublin and got paid for it, my job was NOT rock and roll... He (BFF) eventually started asking me more and more to help with it tho since I was local and I still got to work boring office hours in between drinking sessions. Obviously office job didn't last compared to what else I was doing and quite frankly, my hangovers and esctacy come-downs didn't suit the work place either so I left the day job.

Once the lease was up on the flat though, without the day job, I couldn't keep up the rent to continue so I moved back home for a couple of months to rethink. Hated being here, I mean living a rock and roll lifestyle and coming back home to your parents house was horrifying so BFF offered a room in his place and I moved back into town.

It was perfection! Best time of my life was our first year living working and partying together. BFF is a massive tart and took women home most nights, and I'd somehow manage to hook me a man and do likewise... We had such a great time. Though he is a big girl at heart and we'd talk ad tell eachother everything of the exploits the night before lol

When I was living in my own place I had met a guy who, with no real connections to barr sex, I'd meet on and off for months. He introduced me to D/s proclaiming to live the life when he could and thought I'd really enjoy it too. And I really did, I mean I do, but with him it was diff. 

Since it started privatly between us, it was fun but once I moved in with BFF it's like a switch was flipped and he became more and more public with trying to dominate me. It felt wrong though, I mean I knew it was but thought its as it should be... Soon found out he was only looking for a doormat / sex slave and it was BFF who pulled me away from him, picked up the pieces and set me straight again and I have absolutely no way in hell of ever repaying him as much as he deserves it.

The parties, the drinking and the drugs continued till eventually it all caught up with me and I fell pregnant. The rest as they say is history....

Even though my first experience of D/s was pretty bad, I still associate it with the good times I had in town... And my first REAL Dom I found in my BF

Being at home with the baby so much caused me to open my first Twitter acct for a diversion from being 'mommie' all day... That's where I started talking to Z and subsequently, lead me to the man who is now my Master.

I didn't know his lifestyle when I first said hi and since the baby, I never thought about the lifestyle I left. Now I'm filled with complete adoration for a Man who cares greatly for me and protects as well as trains me and in pleasing Him I've found my happy place again. I'm not going anywhere this time....

So what's next? Well the biggest and most important thing is of course the happiness and health of my baby. She's thriving, learning and growing right before my eyes!! Nothing comes close to the love I have for her and I vow to do good by her and make a good life for us. 

And my future?, I'm a sub. I'm learning more (and not always the easy way!) of what that really means for me and I want nothing more to continue with it. I hope one day to have somebody to care for, love and serve for the rest of my life. To have a happy, healthy and stable relationship and to pass this happiness onto my daughter to help her find her way, wherever that will take her...