Talking dirty


I melt. I feel myself go all mushy inside. I look at Him and wonder if my eyes show the adoration I feel. I arch my back, moving my body closer to His.


His voice is but a whisper. The single word is filled with love and dominance. No contempt. His finger is hooked into the ring on my collar, pulling me closer and forcing me to keep my eyes on His face.


The word fits me like a glove. I am a whore. His whore. I want to be His whore. Not only in bed, but always.

“I am your whore,” I whisper.

“You will be a whore to anyone I want.”

* * * * *

Those words send delicious shivers down my spine every time Master T says them. Yes, I know He is the one who chooses who I have sex with. He is the one who ‘whores’ me out. He is the one who decides who I have sex with. My body is His and I love when He reminds me of this during sex, or even when we just lie close to each other in bed, His arm around me, my head on His shoulder.

This is not the only kind of dirty talk during sex. We do not talk a lot, but we do have our moments. Like when he urges me to climax with the words: “come for me, slut.” Hearing the words “your pussy is so wet” make me feel proud in a strange way. The words “your ass was made to play with” while His fingers are buried inside my can send me over the edge toward a huge orgasm.


“Use your mouth, bitch,” are other words that get me into action quickly. And “yes, this is what your mouth is for” while I am sucking Him instantly make me long for Him to fuck me. It seems that whenever there is talking during sex, Master T is the one talking. I barely talk, other than to ask for permission to climax or to answer His questions.

Hearing Him calling me a whore or a slut or His bitch will never make me feel degraded or make me angry or give me an inferiority complex. I know He loves and adores me. He respects me. I am His wife and His best friend. I am also His lover, His sub, His whore, His bitch and His slut. And I am proud to be all those things to Him. It makes me feel whole.

* * * * *

“Tell me what you are?”

“A slut.”

“Yes. A slut. And?”

“A whore.”

“MY whore.”

I nod.

“My whore and I can do with you whatever I want,” He continues.

I nod again.

“I want to watch when another man fucks you. I want to see him using your body. Fucking you. Using you the way you should be used.”

I clench my thighs to quiet the stirring between my legs.

“You are made to be fucked. Your body is made for my pleasure. For the pleasure of the men I allow to fuck you.”

I am incapable of speech.

“Whore!” He says as He pulls me closer and His other hand disappears between my legs.

I love it when He talks dirty to me!

© Rebel’s Notes

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