"Stuffed little piggy" - From the diary of slave Katinka

“Stuffed little piggy” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by slave Katinka.

Stuffed little piggy
In these corona times, things aren't always easy. You can hardly go anywhere any more. And often it's 100% working from home. Well, I can safely say I don't like it at all, and my mood certainly isn't great either. My head is working overtime, wondering what is still going to happen. Fortunately I'm in the position that I can go to my D, and I'm very grateful for that. And it's not as if there is always an opportunity to receive the lashes I've earned for being a bit too cheeky towards my D.

Now, I'm not that cheeky very often. Because actually I do everything she asks of me. With all the busyness in my head, and the situation we're in now as inhabitants of this world, it can happen that I forget things. Besides, there never has to be a reason for Her. If She wants to hit me, bite me, put needles in me or do other things, then I have to undergo it. And I do so with all my love for Her.

Egg

On the day of Sinterklaas's birthday we were busy getting the Sinterklaas game ready and doing some last bits of shopping, but suddenly I had to go upstairs. I had to lie on my back on the bondage table, and I thought, oh dear, needles. I hate needles, but afterwards my head is a lot calmer anyway, because I'm not allowed to talk and have to focus on myself. Very hard when your head is that busy, but in the end She manages to make me come out of the "battle" as if reborn.

But anyway, back to Sinterklaas day. So I had to lie down on the bondage table. She pushed an egg into my little pussy and set the egg to a high setting with the remote control, while She said, “I never need to use lube for this horny slut cunt, because as soon as I touch you, you're already butter-horny.” And well, that's true. Sometimes I think my pussy is dead, but She only has to touch my little pussy and I feel it throb straight away and get wet. I heard the click of a lighter and heard that my D was picking up candles. And She slowly began to let the candle wax run over my mound of Venus.

Waxing

But sometimes I just don't feel like shaving, and I hadn't done it for a few days. And I hadn't expected there would be time and space for wax play. And She kept dripping, saying meanwhile, “well, your own fault, you should have shaved,” while I let out my cries of ouch. Because She let the wax run through my groin so that none of the hair was visible any more. I started chattering non-stop, my head wanted to be empty. “Keep your mouth shut!” She said sternly.

My D made a complete pair of knickers out of candle wax! Between my pussy lips she pressed a chocolate coin so she could display me online as a piggy bank. She said, “A horny slut just wants to be photographed and shown to everyone. So that everyone can see what a horny, dirty slut you are.” "Stuffed little piggy!" “Maybe I'll hire you out as a whore sometime.” “Not that you'd earn much, I think they'd pay five euros for you at most.” “You're not worth more than that as a horny whore, I won't get rich off you.”

No velvet gloves

My mound of Venus, my groin, my pussy lips were poured full of candle wax, and not just a little bit either. At some moments I screamed out. Because She always knows how to hit exactly those spots you hope She won't hit. But I never have to harbour any illusions about that, because She hits them anyway. She simply made a complete pair of knickers, and I really felt as if I was wearing panties. Fortunately I no longer felt any pain, because once there's a layer over it you don't feel anything there any more. But I also knew the knickers would have to come off again.

And I know my D doesn't use velvet gloves. So I was already starting to sweat slightly. But I didn't know exactly what She was going to do. I tried to focus to hear what She was going to do, and suddenly I felt a knife move over my breasts. Wonderful! As is well known, I'm a lover of knifeplay, and luckily my D is too! After my breasts it was my little pussy's turn. She pricked the tip of the knife between my pussy lips and began to prick. I felt how She lightly touched my clit with the tip of the knife, even though She had let quite a thick layer of wax drip over it.

Ecstasy

Slowly I began to slip further into ecstasy, but suddenly I felt the tip go under the edge. She began to pull the knickers loose, and not very gently. I felt that my pubic hair was stuck very firmly in the wax. Very firmly… But it didn't bother Her. She tore the pieces of wax off my body as hard as She could, and I screamed like a skinny suckling pig. I suspect the whole street got to enjoy it too.

Finally the knickers were off, and I sighed with relief. Then it was the wheel of pain's turn, which She rolled all over my body. That always gives a special kind of arousal and goosebumps. I was still a little afraid that She would conjure up Her needles, but fortunately that wasn't the case. She picked up another knife, with which She touched my breasts, and again the goosebumps came up on my body. My little pussy was getting wetter.

Knifeplay

She went on running the knife firmly over my body and my little pussy, and suddenly She kept pressing Her warm hand against my little pussy. I could just ask whether I was allowed to come, and yes, I was. I had to hold myself back from squirting. Because I know that if I do that, I have to lick it all up myself. And I didn't really feel that need right now. I'm not disgusted by myself, but after such a fantastic treatment plus an orgasm provided by my D, it's nice to come round for a moment. I was wonderfully calm in my head again and thanked my D for her effort in giving me this.

In the evening we celebrated Sinterklaas, where there were also marzipan piggies on the table with a chocolate coin pressed into their little bodies. While I was serving Her with the serving dish with pink piggies on it, She looked at me sternly for a second, after which She conjured up Her lovely smile and said, “Take one yourself too, my stuffed little piggy.”

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