Jesus fucking Christ, what a day indeed. I’ll preface this with a warning of sorts – there will in fact be more breeding kink in this one. Although, if that’s a turn-off to you, you’re probably not even reading this, because it’s ALL I’ve been talking and thinking about for the past, like, week. A week which has been, quantifiably, probably the horniest of my life. And I can prove it! You remember in my blog from the other day, when I mentioned how I keep particularly horny/heartfelt/hilarious messages from Mistress saved in little slutty scrapbooks on my phone? They each have a limit of 100 screenshots each, and a few days ago I started Note Number Five. In fact, I started it the day after my Father’s Day blog, so like, six days, maybe a week? Anyway, it’s current at 65 images out of the max of 100. 65 moments that I felt were hot or sweet enough (or both, more often than you might think) to be worth saving. In a WEEK. And of those, fully half of them were from TODAY. So when I say it was a hell of a day, I’m not fucking around.
So, last night, as you may be aware, Mistress told me to write her a blog. We’re talking no holds barred, ALL the filth, the horniest breeding blog I can muster. And I did it, because of course I did, and Yea, She saw it, and She proclaimed that it was hot as fuck. And then, this morning, I read over it again, and I was like “oh shit, this IS hot as fuck!”. So we talked about it some more, one thing led to another, we talked about how horny this week has been (#NoRegrets), and then I discussed a few new things I had learned this week. Predominantly they were horny, using words like “breeding” and “Daddy” and “baby boy”, but I made sure to get a little sweetness in there too. About how a personal connection makes everything that much better. About how there are things which I find hot only because it’s her, and vice versa. And then we KEPT talking, I showed her a couple sneak peeks at some future blog content looking at past slutty scrapbook notes, and then. And Fucking Then. I decided hey, wouldn’t it be funny if I sent her a screenshot of the very first time we talked about breeding kink, that won’t have massive ramifications or anything. Reader, let me tell you – it fucking did.
See, I sent her that (which I won’t share in full here because I’m a greedy slut, but I will give you the words “breeding you like livestock and leaving you barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen” – and this was the FIRST time we’d talked about it. Isn’t she wonderful?), and it ended up making her a bit horny. Fair’s fair, it’s incredibly hot, that makes sense. Clearly, though, she thought I should be sharing this moment with her, because she immediately went on to detail one of the hottest fantasies I’ve ever heard, involving me trying to take her whole dick like a desperate, wanton whore. Now, for context – I was walking to work while I was sending her all that. Now I’m AT work. Well, my body is – my mind is far, far away by this point. Now, she doesn’t know I’m at work! Time zones and etc., it’s hard to think about when you’re massively horny, we’ve all been there. And I’m not about to interrupt to say “hey I probably shouldn’t be doing this at my desk”, because I think if I STOP doing this I might die. So we’re texting back and forth, outrageously sexy stuff, you should’ve been there. And then, she tells me that she wants to hear me tell HER, that I want her to put a baby in me. So I type my slutty little heart out, saying how my heart’s pounding so hard I can barely see straight (which was true), and that I need to get stuffed full by her fat cock (also true). And then, she says she wants to HEAR me say it. ACTUALLY hear it.
Now, I can get away with a little texting at my desk, even if my boss is sitting next to me (which he was, fun fact). But I think even the most easygoing workplace is going to raise an eyebrow if an employee starts begging to be pumped full of babymaking Daddy cum. So I mention to Mistress where I am. But I ALSO mention that I’m too far gone to let a detail like that stop me now, so I’m going to check if the bathroom is empty. Mercifully, it is, and record a very quick little clip begging her to fuck a baby into me. She later told me that I sounded all strung out and desperate, and honestly, that’s how I felt! I was insanely turned on – heart pounding, hands and legs shaking, mind shrouded by a haze of purest horny. Of course, I told her how she was affecting me – and I was rather pleasantly surprised to learn that she was actually equally affected! We did some more stupidly hot fantasising back and forth over the course of the morning, and it ended with Mistress warning me that I’d better be ready to put on a show when I got home. Personally, I was LOVING having these live reactions to the abject filth I was saying, so I asked if she was busy in the morning (her time, my evening after work). She replied by saying that she would be calling in sick that morning because she was too horny – and that’s when I realised that this was really going to be something special.
The rest of the day passes in a flash – I do some work, maybe? Mostly I just think about the morning’s chat. Finally, I finish up at work (horny), walk home (horny), and then sit around for a few hours (horny) while I wait (horny) for the time Mistress specified (horny). Eventually the passage of linear time works out in my favour, and we pick up basically where we left off – initially reminiscing about how impossibly arousing the earlier events were, before delving into something a little bit… more. I started off by, as requested by popular demand, sending her a video of me begging her to breed me – which, if the multiple audio clips I got in return are to be believed, was rather well-received. She actually switched completely to audio clips after this because, and I quote, “You’re not getting any more typing because my fucking hands are busy – now, fuck yourself for me.” And, really, how could I say no to that? I’m writing this rather composedly now, with the power of hindsight, but let me assure you – I was an absolute wreck listening to these clips coming in. I filmed me fucking myself, blabbering desperately the entire time about how much I needed this, needed her, needed that huge dick to stretch me out and stuff me full of her spawn. Uploading vids to Loyalfans takes an eon, so I sent her slutty photos while it processed, showing her the gaping sluthole that NEEDED to be filled by her. All the while audio clips keep coming in to me, hearing her getting noticeably shorter of breath as the arousal just kept building for us both. I could tell once the video had finally gone through when I received a clip back that just said “Oh my fucking god, fuck, fuck fuck fuck”. Which is a pretty goddamn good sign if you ask me!
The rest is a blur of the hottest fucking audio I’ve ever heard – saying she’s going to fill me up, so full; a clip I actually missed at the time (somehow???) that starts with “Fuck chastity” and just gets hotter from there; and then, a five second clip, ordering me to finish for her, and tell her I’m hers. And, really, how is that fair? I don’t think there’s anyone on the planet who could hear that and NOT be hers. At this point, I was pretty sure she’d somehow knocked me up from across the globe, so finishing for her didn’t take long, and I recorded it in an audio clip that said… something. Presumably I at least said I was hers? Seriously, I’ve committed half her lines to memory already, but I can’t even remember a single word of what I said in the ~four minutes of porn I filmed for her, OR the climactic finale! I’m the same with public speaking, I swear – the second it’s over with, my memory of what I just said vanishes. Then we just sort of sat there for a while and… decompressed. Well, I did – she was probably getting ready for the rest of her work day. We talked about nonsense, and how hot everything that just happened was – I briefly questioned if I was still alive or not – and we mentioned how neither of us think we’d find it that hot at all with anyone else. It was… beautiful.
So, yeah! Even after having written ~1500 words on this, I still feel like I’m underplaying just how HOT everything really was. Like, I’m usually ok doing kinky texting in the office, but that absolutely shook me today. This kink is really doing something to me! Ten out of ten, would get knocked up again – and, at this rate, I rather suspect I will. Thanks for reading!
Service and Sluttery 