What good is a horny sub? by pink_voice  (more poetry, blush)

What good is a horny sub
When You made him so?

What good is a horny sub?
A slut willing to just about anything
Just to get a piece of action,
Some dirty fun too
So You can say: boo.
For Your own satisfaction.
“Prance some more
Until you get sore
Get a freaking habit
So I can nab it
THIS will be you habit:
Morning noon and night
You will take an imaginary wanking flight
And pray regularly for the sight of heaven
That how close you will get
The cage-stage is set
And I say snap it.
To whatever performance I have in store
And nasty tortures galore
Let’s see how far you will go:
Be a monkey and say moo
To my ho ho?”

But the fun thing is
Let’s not forget it, please.
For a subbie a boo is a greater boon.
Then the distant sound of loo.
Followed by nothing at all.

What good is a horny sub?
When a slut screams: may I cum?
That is so much fun
And You can laugh:
“you will masturbate some more,
you dirty little whore.
Or at least you can dream of it
All rightly placed
While all is being away snatched
“Here’s one to go!’

Hoping to hear:
Ho ho ho!
Go go go.
Subbie implores:
May I come phleeeeese.
“Oh, no. It was just a tease.”
You offer a solace:
“You thought this was a Pleasure Palace.
You can only work in one.
There everybody gets to come.”

What use is the horny sub?
They are so sweet to torture and tease.
Hoping for release.
And when the time comes
That horny slut is ready to rut
Just about anything
That has a butt.
(Washing machines, floors an legs:
And he begs!)

What good is a cumming sub?
It’s a sight for sore sight
It’s the sweetest sight on earth
An endless ride of moans and sighs
That makes it right!
Let’s not forget:
Afterwards there’s a toast and drinking!
Be careful to serve and no spilling.

What good is a cummed sub?
A becumed sub is great
But cummed subbie?
Is he worth anything until recharged?
Is he worth a whoopee?
Is the release a release damned?

OH what good is a horny sub?

p-inky pussy slumberland:

pink can’t spill his white inky
to sign his dream of fucked pussy
wanking in the blueball neverland

In pink clouds, no lining,

Mistress rises hand, smiling,

The pink flower opens

Yesterday i opened my freezer and there is a nice, hefty, frozen cucumber there, laying innocently among the bags of frozen vegetables, fish, and packets of chicken… what’s it doing there all innocent and smirking? i did not put it there! Or did i? i do not remember any Teasing, Evil Elves sneaking around my house.

the only thing that occurs to me is that  several days ago i brought home a few bags of groceries. Some of it – fresh vegetables ended up on table, the rest off vegetables went into the refrigerator and some other stuff went into the freezer. Is it possible that i subconsciously put the cucumber, of all things, in the freezer? Yes it is. Such small acts of instant forgetfulness happen to me. My head is either in the proverbial pink clouds or i am occupied by more mundane problems. But still.. a frozen cucumber?

It does not sound like a Freudian slip.

I wonder what it could be called:

A subbean slip?
A pink slip?
A slip of a nasty needy slut? Hmm and blush

i am Mistress Nikita’s submissive.

The relationship is mostly on line but the Dominance is real, the submission is real, the activities are SO real.

i am not a new submissive, but i am still trying to understand myself. i am under the constant training and guidance of Mistress. The constant fear and glee of being exposed and going public and thinking about what SHE will come up next keep me on the edge.  It is HER presence, my submission to HER,  the control of  my orgasm, and the giving up of that control empowers me and in turn, gives more power to Mistress.

Occupation: serving HER, screaming in pain and joy; trying to make HER happy; Learning; finding out that being bratty or topping from the bottom are a certain road to hell; twitching and blushing…
Favorite color pink. My head is in pink clouds, my feet in pink socks, and my gaze turns to pink when transfixed by HER eyes…
Hobby: twitching

Mistress graciously invited me to post on HER blog: musing, poetry, reports, shenanigans…  I will kneel and thank her for allowing me to do this.