Last Updated on 25 October, 2026 by Cara Sutra
Tuesday 1 September
Nakedness, warm oils and an intense full body massage, please.
Telling him I am feeling very sleepy, weak and vulnerable today and not in any position to fight off his sinister sexual advances, and how easy it would be to pin me down to the bed and take advantage of me in this state.
Sometimes I deliberately don’t wear my hearing aids to make it easier for him to sneak up on me and “take me” by surprise.
Being reminded of my copious, slippery need for him by his freshly saturated fingers being roughly wiped over my nose and mouth, like I’m a naughty kitten. Then pushed between my lips and teeth, holding down my tongue, as I’m made to suck, taste, and clean. The scent of my desire coating my face for the rest of the day.
Typing this with a throat full of his cum. Will update better when brain working again. But it felt kinky doing this.
Wednesday 2 September
What happened last night, which has been intensely arousing me all day remembering: his cock battering at my cervix as if it were the bailiff and my uterus owed it a longstanding debt. Unable to gain entry, it detonated its pent-up aggression deep inside me, another hot, sticky explosion to match the one I could still taste.
Déjà vu. Typing this in the lounge with an ass full of his cum, held inside with a large plug stopper. My aching, violently fucked pussy stretched overly full with the massive alien egg plug I got last week. Both held fully inside with tight underwear. Nipples pinched, pulled, bitten, abused. Feeling hot, full, sore, deliciously used, slutty. His whore. Bedtime soon. But will I stay asleep, or be woken with his cock entering me somewhere?
Thursday 3 September
If I ignore my clit and focus on being pussy-fucked every day, do you think I will orgasm that way eventually? Doing it for slutty science. It’s also interesting seeing which bottles fit inside me while I’m having a shower.
Teasing him while the cleaner is about in the house by sending him a video of me pulling my braless tits over the top of my flimsy dress and thoroughly moisturising my nipples with orgasm cream. He’s just finger-fucked me, as I was bent over at the waist doing the laundry for no reason at all, honest, and then teased my nipples through my dress before laughing and walking off. I messaged him my need: “My pussy hurts, in a good way. From only being finger fucked and teased when really it wants your cock ramming it and cumming inside me.” Him: “I hadn’t noticed at all, what with it being sopping wet and so easy to slide into at any moment.”
Guess which slut accidentally left her sofa-protecting gush towel on the seat in the lounge while the cleaner was here. Turns out, after this afternoon’s events, that the towel still being there was incredibly handy. Pussy-fucked doggy over the sofa, then turned round and face-fucked on my knees, then lifted and bent over for a spanking, and still no orgasm for me. Trying to quieten the constant calls from my sex by filling both holes with the largest toys I can comfortably take, held in by tight underwear and sitting as still as possible. Well, with a little squirming. Perhaps a little more.
Friday 4 September
Typical evening of laying across his lap, tits out for him to fondle, nipples aching for his teasing touch, and playholes accessible and eager. No sex on the sofa last night, though. He waited until I thought I was safe, tucked up in bed fast asleep, then gently prised me open to roughly thrust inside. I fucking love when he sleep-rapes me.
He loves to choke me as he’s taking my cunt from behind. Both hands around my throat, tightening, and he enjoys my whole body genuinely struggling against him. I’m shaking my head, thrashing wildly, clawing, whining, trying to escape, then I sense the blackness rise behind my eyes as my cunt clenches on him frenziedly. That’s when he cums the hardest, deep inside me. I love it. I want it again. Now. Bite my lips, choke me, drag me by my hair and leave me with welts, scratches and bruises that have me aching with lust a month later.
Took him a cracking cup of tea earlier and ended up knelt between his legs, under his desk, with the tip of his hard cock repeatedly kissing my tonsils as I ground my aching pussy on his foot. I think he must really love my tea.
Saturday 5 September
A boost challenge got away from me. From today, for every boost a post gets I stay in clit-vibe chastity another day. No clit vibrators and no clit orgasms until the total runs out, which is now looking like months, well into the new year. My body needs to be taught who’s in charge, no matter how much my clit aches, screams and begs. Scared and excited about surrendering the decision like this.
He got home. Kissed me while feeling up my almost entirely bare tits and tweaking my nipples. Thrust three fingers into my shamefully slippery slit and grunted delighted surprise at the wetness and at noticing my ass was full of a huge plug. Unveiled his hard cock and gagged me with it, fingering my crying pussy throughout, which made me deepthroat him even more passionately. He came hard down my throat. Then got me on the floor, kneeling over the sofa, and fucked my delighted pussy hard, every thrust also fucking my ass with the plug, making my nipples sing as they were pressed against the sofa. He came hard again, deep in my pussy. I licked and sucked him clean, wiped the residual stickiness off between my huge tits. Now sat watching TV together, me on a folded towel as his cum slowly seeps out of me, ass still plugged, nipples tingling, pussy stretched and used, clit ignored and denied. Perfection. Then a very sound spanking for being such a slut on the internet, and, to “cool me down”, an ice cube sucked briefly and then shoved as far up inside my pussy as he could get it, leaving me squirming and whimpering on the towel.
Sunday 6 September
Got the slut triple yesterday. Cum-fed in all three playholes. Throat and pussy earlier in the day, then he fucked my ass just before sleep. I’d gone to bed and had to shove the alien egg toy inside my pussy as it was loudly clamouring to be fucked, so when he came up he simply lubed up and fucked my ass. Hard, because that’s how I need it. Went to sleep with him spooning me, both naked as always, him holding my tits, me with both playholes drenched, used, stretched, filled. Contented slut. Started today teasing him with my tits and body when I woke, until he emptied his morning desire into my pussy. Easy like Sunday morning. The more it gets, the more it wants.
If you think I’m having a lot of sex, you’re correct. You also have to remember I’m constantly chasing release by means other than the usual clitoral route. I could cum and be sated with just a few buzzes in the right place, but I’m retraining this slut body. An intensive training course. Good job he has a ridiculously high sex drive as well, and is filthily kinky, like me.
Such a slut. Chatting to visiting family wearing a long dress, nipple cinchers on under adhesive covers and a padded bra, medium plug in my ass, alien egg in my pussy, doubled-up underwear sealing them in. Cooling my hot, aching, denied clit with a cold splat of moisturiser down the front of my knickers on a loo visit, a firm few pats, then back to the visitors.
Monday 7 September
It isn’t my fault I woke up desperate and needy. I woke up, stretched, then felt him clamp both my wrists with one hand above me while his mouth abused a sensitive nipple, and three fingers of his other hand thrust in and out of my wetness, thumb molesting my aching, denied clit. Then we had to get up. Looking at everything through the lens of “can I fuck it”.
Discovered the ovipositor eggs that came with one of my toys, and now I’m obsessed. Six little eggs shoved deep in my pussy, sealed in with the big alien egg plug on top, a large anal plug behind. Overly full, stretched in all directions, gasping and squeaking with every movement. Being this stuffed is quietly becoming my everyday resting state.
Good news and bad news. I had an orgasm. Not a clit one, I’ve been good. But when stuffed full of the eggs and the alien plug and the anal plug, with a slippery mess in my knickers, I ground on a rolled-up towel on the edge of the bath and came. A vaginal orgasm. Apparently all it took was all of that plus multiple sex sessions a day without release, and being teased by everyone online. When I shoved the big egg in on top of the six small ones, I even squirted a bit. Never squirted before. A pleasant surprise.
Tuesday 8 September
So stretched, messy, tired and sore this morning. Wonderful. Some of the ache is because my playholes are empty right now, which is always a shame.
Hot remembering yesterday, so full of eggs and the giant plug, asking him very shyly whether I might possibly grind on his fist, thigh, foot, anywhere, as I was desperate to feel everything colliding inside me. Later, up in bed, so turned on I had to refill with the six eggs sealed in with the alien plug and an anal plug. When he came up and felt what I’d done, he fucked me with the toys all still in place, somehow squeezing in past the monster egg to add his creaminess further up behind. I slept like that. Full. Squelching.
Working in the lounge with my tits fully out and being successfully distracting. To myself.
Reminding him that I have some cock strokers to review by sending him a photo of one shoved into my slutty pussy.
Last time he was up in the loft he dug out an absolute monster of a fantasy cock to tease-scare me with. At the time, I laughed. Reader, I am not laughing now. My clit-vibe chastity has me sliding down it. Sent him the full, uncensored video. He’s very impressed. Just wants to know whether he can fit in alongside it. It’ll be fun finding out.
He told me to empty my “slut stretchers” out of his “cockbox” and I nearly came. So now I’m all empty until he decides otherwise. He did use me, but only for his amusement, playing with my tits absent-mindedly while busy with his laptop, later thrusting his fingers into my aching wet pussy, getting my hopes up. Then he laughed and left me panting and begging. He didn’t fuck me. Deliberately.
Wednesday 9 September
Successful morning: replied to emails, sent invoices, updated an article, had a lovely shower, cleaned all my toys, used all the toys, cleaned all the toys again, came down to the lounge and teased husband in a fairly transparent, clingy dress. Ended up with his cock in my mouth, his toes teasing my wet pussy as I straddled his foot. He carried on “working” on the laptop as I sucked him, came down my throat, I swallowed every drop. When I went to move away he kept me bent over the sofa and gave my ass and sensitive pussy a hard spanking. I’m now sat on a towel “working” as my ass cheeks throb red and my clit howls for its toys. Next, lunch.
Thursday 10 September
The pussy orgasm I managed yesterday was achieved with pussy and ass stuffed full, plenty of lube, and a couple of hairbrushes. I love the short spiky bristles of my two paddle hairbrushes over my bare tits and sensitive nipples as I’m bouncing on all the fullness inside and grinding on the massive dildo between my legs. It made me cum so hard, and for ages. A proper vision-altering orgasm. And so messy.
I think he’s determined to fuck me while every single one of my dildos is also inside me, one by one. And when he’s done, he uses the dildo to fuck his cum even deeper into me, massaged into every millimetre of his insatiable cocksleeve. Lunchtimes working from home are fun. Then wondering why I have a very stretched and sore pussy this afternoon.
Friday 11 September
Happy fuck-as-soon-as-you-wake-up Friday to all who celebrate. I feel so much better starting the day thoroughly fucked. Need his daily dose of cum administered by pounding cock.
Number of showers this week without using any sex toys: 1. Number of showers this week without anything being shoved inside me: 0.
A thorough spanking from my husband for allowing one of my nipples to get accidentally covered up in his presence.
While he was stroking and tweaking my nipples for hours last night, as I laid across his lap whilst we “watched” TV, I slipped into a sort of trance-like state. Not asleep, not fully conscious. Unable to move. Aware. Content. My watch registered a nap and a low stress state. I’m sure I need it as daily therapy.
I’m waking in the night and my first thought is “touch my nipples”, followed by “I need to be fucked”. If he’s trying to condition me, it’s working. And I’m pleased about it. Is that also part of the conditioning?
I feel so nice inside. I just checked.
Saturday 12 September
Whenever I ask him if anyone could see my tits through my outfit, he says no. Even in a sheer lace top with no bra. I swear the man would insist he could see my new clothes if I were that emperor. Filthy pervert.
A little bit broken today from quite forceful activities last night. All worth it. Husband is taking care of me today as I heal.
Sunday 13 September
You’d think the novelty of me being all “grope my tits and fuck me” as soon as I wake up would wear off, but he isn’t bored with it yet. He’s so good to me.
It’s annoying that there isn’t a word for the person who craves being sexually molested and fucked whilst asleep. Somnophile is the person attracted to fucking a sleeping person. So I’m just, what? Maybe a new word needs inventing. I quite like “dormaslut”.
Sexual fantasies are weird. In the shower, thinking about how hot it would be to get out, get dried and dressed, and then for him to come along having just wanked himself off and run it through my freshly washed hair with both hands. In reality I’d probably be furious. But it’s so hot. I want it. No I don’t. Do I? No. Yes. Fuck.
Two pussy fucks and one throat fuck before lunchtime. I think broken doll is better today. Just don’t let me get up or move around too much. I’m so tired. I may fall asleep. He knows not to let that stop him.
Monday 14 September
Very painful nipples today after an overly intense session with the clamps last night. Dumb slut. When will I ever learn?
I need to stop thinking about sexy things so I can write about sexy things. But in a good and focused way.
Out for a lovely walk. Amazing what I get done when I can’t play with my tits. Wore a sports bra which is almost like tit binding, with a workout vest and denim shorts, no underwear. It was a fun walk. I was motivated to go a little further than usual.
Today’s sexy science experiment: does a blindfold, cuffs, and a collar with the leash firmly in his grip make his post-lunch blowjob even better? Yes. Especially when he makes my ass pretty and red first with a sharp flogging, so it hurts to rest on my heels as I’m forced to kneel between his legs. Chained cuffs in one of his fists, the other holding the collar leash at close quarters, tugging my head forwards and removing any choice, yanking it down hard when he wanted deepthroat, which is always quite a lot. It isn’t just the sensation, he tells me, it’s the noises I make as I’m gurgling and struggling for air.
Tuesday 15 September
Watching TV with him laying so his head is on my lap. A sweet, romantic scene. Apart from the fact my hips are bucking on his fingers thrusting in and out of my wetness, and I’m failing to stop the moans escaping my throat.
He fell asleep cradling my tits from behind, after filling me with cum.
Waking sticky in the mornings, because although I wash his cum from me after play, eventually, I’m so hyper sensitised these days that the motion of my naked body against the sheets in the night has me leaking and aching.
Put on trousers and a clingy top with no bra after my shower and came downstairs to tease my husband without showing anything. Just for him to immediately whip my tits out of the top and torment them with his mouth and fingers.
New rule that whenever he’s molesting me I have to clasp my hands behind my back if standing, or sit on them if sitting. If he wants my hands elsewhere he’ll put them where he wants them.
I am a terror. Sitting on his lap, fondling my own tits loose beneath my top, making all the right noises, grinding on him, getting him hard. Then giggling, getting up and walking off. Asking for it. I came back and he was smiling but not doing anything. Biding his time. Later, across his lap in front of the TV, he had me fully expose my tits and pussy, then played a game on the TV resting the controller on my tummy, no touching for this slut. I went up to bed feeling neglected and sorry for myself, but the aftercare came when he joined me, letting me deepthroat him until he came, then flipping me into downward doggy, holding my neck against the mattress before cumming all over my cervix, my tits teased and stroked as a reward. I keep remembering parts and having powerful pussy throbs.
Wednesday 16 September
No-one brush my nipples please, on account of how it makes me instantly crave cock. This is also a note to self.
Husband tells me I’m not very good at being good. I said, well, you married it. I may have been rubbing against him like a cat in heat at the time. His reply was the glow-inducing “Yes. Yes I did.”
Finding bruises on my inner thighs from his violent manhandling of his sex doll last night. Dark bruises on the upper inside of each thigh, from fingers or teeth, are hotter than neck bites. I don’t make the rules.
Thursday 17 September
Didn’t have sex yesterday, or have my nipples played with, or get felt up, or suck cock, so I’m basically a nun now. Happy are the tits, for they have been felt up.
Friday 18 September
We had gentle, loving sex last night. I know. Perverts. I’m just kidding about the shame, not about the sex. It was bliss.
One minute I’m innocently standing in front of where he’s sat on the sofa, in my little dress, bending from the waist to tidy the coffee table, the next he’s pulled me backwards to straddle his knee and he’s playing me like a cello. Before I know it his cock is buried in me and I’m the happiest girl bouncing on his lap, until I’m pushed forward onto my hands and knees, the carpet abusing my bared tits wonderfully as he slams his load into me from behind. Aftercare is kneeling between his legs, sucking his still-hard cock clean, enveloping it with my breasts too, as he strokes my hair and makes appreciative noises. The water’s still off, so then it’s time for a “whore’s bath”, a pitcher and bowl of warm soapy water, imagining myself a Victorian harlot.
Husband gets home from the DIY store, sees me slutting about on the internet, disappears, and comes back with a piece of ice to “cool you down, slut”.
Saturday 19 September
Relaxing with husband this afternoon. TV, snacks, being felt up and abused. Wearing a very accessible dress as usual, tits barely contained and very gropeable, holes stuffed full, squirming and grinding on the toys desperate for him to replace one, then the other. Wow, he really loves when I make him tea. Pounced. The kind of sex where you can’t walk or even see properly afterwards. I am now intimately acquainted with the kitchen draining board, and the lounge carpet. Fluffy socks and tiled floors make for a challenging stand-up fuck.
We’ve made a “slut remote”. WhatsApp stays for everyday chat, but Signal is purely for him to send a command from the list. Which is hot. Related discovery: he can make me fall asleep almost anytime, if he strokes my nipples a certain way I drift off, aroused but still. Combined with a sleep-fucking kink, it’s been fun.
Sunday 20 September
I keep wanting, and therefore getting, more abuse than my pussy can actually handle. Stupid limited corporeal form. Body: let’s fuck gently today, hmm, nice and slow, maybe a soft romantic massage? Me: NO, I MUST HAVE ALL THE COCK RAMMING AND TOY STUFFING AND HOT CUM AND PUSSY SPANKS. Then proceeds to climb on top of him to wake him with some passionate sex. Do I really have to instigate a sex ban on myself?
Effectively gagging me by teasing and pinching my nipples mid conversation. Very effectively.
Monday 21 September
Got the decorators in again this week. It’s annoying I probably shouldn’t wander around the house with my tits out and my holes fully visible whenever I bend over, like I usually do, but there we are. Sacrifices have to be made.
Quick sexy update, as today is hectic: a long lazy session of fucking yesterday morning, because easy like Sunday morning after all. He came to bed last night and woke me with his cock and a very sleepy fucking. He woke me again this morning by sucking on my tits while I was still asleep, which didn’t last long. No time for sex as we had to get up, but he teased me by catching me mid-dressing, bending me over and teasing his cock between my ass cheeks.
Tuesday 22 September
Being with a man too gentlemanly to fuck you when you’re ill, so that you rest and recover properly. Being punished whenever I do anything while I’m meant to be resting, by him tweaking my nipples and thrusting fingers into my aching wetness, and still not fucking me. Sulks. Wetly.
Wednesday 23 September
Making him hard by doing a big stretch. If you’re thinking “ooh, big stretch” like a pet, yes.
Dreamed I lived in a world where I could only ever wear a short dress, and it was completely normal to be felt up by anyone and everyone when out and about, even mid-conversation on walks or browsing in shops. It wasn’t even remarked on, hands would just roam and enjoy, as comfortably as breathing. I wonder what it means.
Getting so turned on that I had to straddle husband’s lap on the sofa, lounge door open, and he was knuckles-deep in me almost immediately, our decorator just outside in the hallway working.
Thursday 24 September
I love the feel of his fingers from behind, prising me apart, never knowing what will happen. Whether he’ll simply hold me open, letting me suffer the anticipation, or probe my aching clit and wetness, or those times when he positions his tip there, letting his head be teased by my slippery folds before pushing inside, that instant sensation of being claimed, taken, used, fucked. We’ve been making up for lost time, a whole day, now that I feel better. Last night, this morning. I’m so lucky he can pussy fuck me then cum down my throat almost immediately afterwards. His review: “life-changing head” and “I couldn’t stop cumming”. Very proud slut. With a wonderfully sore throat.
I love sending him teasing photos that I know will make him instantly hard, and send that fire of electric need through him, an urgent need to hold me down and take me forcefully and fill me in every possible way. It makes me so painfully aroused to know I have that effect on him.
Writing my review for a vibrating butt plug while the painter and the cleaner have been around has been difficult but not impossible. Strange to be describing the deeply stimulating sensations on the page while people are right there, oblivious. Kind of hot.
Moisturising my nipples with flavoured lip balm after my shower so they taste extra nice for him.
Friday 25 September
Sitting astride him last night, riding his cock while my tits were in his face, my sensitive nipples abused by his mouth. Twerking and twisting on him, milking his cock dry before we slept, exhausted and contented. Before he woke me at 5am, spooning me from behind, holding my tits, his hard cock slipping easily into my ready wetness. I think we went through three different positions before he finally released his load into me. What a start to the day.
The way he regularly reduces me to a messy puddle who can’t stand upright, so he has to catch me and hold me up, when he gropes me during the day just for the fun of it, enjoying me squeaking with need and begging for his cock, then just laughs and walks off. All of it a result of an evil teasing husband plus no on-demand orgasms. No clit vibrators or clit orgasms until the new year. And right now pussy toys are banned too, because I kept going more extreme in force and size and injuring myself, so it’s for my own good. Anal toys are allowed, but I only cum from cock there.
The pent-up frustration and the presence of the painter all day led to a surprise blowjob for him about five minutes after she left. I can’t help it if I’m sat on the carpet and his cock is mouth height when he walks into the lounge, once I’ve pulled his clothing down and sucked him in. Right by the open curtains, as well.
Saturday 26 September
No sexy antics to report from last night or this morning. He did fuck me yesterday morning, then I blew him in the afternoon. Fell asleep last night and wasn’t fiddled with, he must have been tired or thought I needed the rest. I did need the sleep. Will the day pass without a fuck or a suck? I think you already know the answer.
So, fondling his cock and balls through his trousers, making him squirm and get harder while he feels up my tits as I lay across his lap, gets me spanked then fucked. Must remember that.
Love the feeling of these cum-sticky thighs.
Sunday 27 September
Apparently my phone auto-inserts the word “wet” after the phrase “I’m really” when I’m typing a message. Even my tech knows.
Nothing extra to report on top of the post-Strictly cock tease, spanking and sofa fucking with the curtains open, now standard, and sucking him clean afterwards, also now standard. Woke several times in the night desperate for hydration, and other things, but he was sound asleep and I was exhausted.
Monday 28 September
Had an orgasm last night and afterwards I felt much better. So the lesson is that sluts need to cum regularly, for health reasons. This is clearly the science, and who am I to argue with science.
Things are getting fucking steamy in this house tonight. Husband and I have a cold.
Wednesday 30 September
Usually when he sleep-fucks me he begins by opening me and slipping in gently. Not last night. His hands were on my hips from behind, and he positioned his ready cock between my legs and pulled me forcefully onto him. Not content with that, he pulled my sleepy self up into doggy to properly, violently pound me into a messy, fucked and filled puddle. I barely knew what was happening, but knew that I loved it, loved letting him shove me about into whatever position felt best for him. He didn’t stop there either. Deciding my pussy deserved a big stretch, he used his cum as lube to attempt to fist me. As usual he couldn’t get all of his large hand inside me, but I so loved the trying. I was a little drugged up on cold and flu meds and extra sleepy, though still aware and fully consenting.
I don’t have any guilty pleasures. Because I don’t feel guilty about any of my pleasures.
Sex so good the cum drips off the dildo as he slides it out. I’d just showered, and messaged him to offer coming back to the lounge with both holes full, one, or empty. He chose both, said if needs be he can squeeze himself in alongside. He likes me overstuffed. So do I. We teased each other in front of the TV for an hour, my exposed tits and nipples, his cock and balls through his trousers, until he was hard and groaning. He freed himself and pulled me around to take him in my mouth, not caring that I was already sucking a menthol throat sweet, which seemed to help matters along. Then down to the floor, all fours, to squeeze himself in alongside the pussy dildo, and fucked me hard and loudly. And that’s how I came to have a cum-dripping dildo slid out of me early on a Wednesday evening. So sore today, but mostly in wonderful ways.
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