Looking Out Of The Window

The current prompt for Mrs Fever’s Summer Writing Project is, “Out.” I thought to myself, “What comes to mind when I hear the word, ‘out’?” It didn’t come to right away, but suddenly a poem I had written in December came to mind.

LOOKING OUT

There was a time when Sir and I used to play almost everyday. It’s unfortunate that I don’t get as much attention from him anymore.

A few days after I became his sub, Sir told me, “Close your bedroom door and lock it.” I did as he asked. It was exciting knowing that this meant Sir would be playing with me.

Sir commanded me to strip. “Yes Sir,” I said and did as he asked. I was completely naked waiting for his next command. His submissive, his little slut wanting and waiting to please her Sir.

“Open the curtains and stand in front of the window.” I opened the curtains and stood there naked. “Look out the window and tell me what you see.”

“Sir, it’s night so when I look out the window, all I see is pitch black.”

A FINGERING

“Stand there and finger yourself.” I began fingering myself in front of the open window. It made me feel like I was his whore which was arousing.

Sir wanted me to imagine that people could see me. The thought of people watching me from the window as I stood there naked and fingering myself was humiliating. But, I like being put on display and having Sir make me be his dirty little slut.

I fingered myself for a while. Sir wanted me ask for permission to squirt. “Tell me when it feels like you have to pee.” The fingering continued for a while until finally that urge to pee came. “Sir, it feels like I have to pee.”

“Let it go. It’s really pee. Squirt all over your carpet.” Moments later, liquid came from my cunt and splattered onto the carpet. I had just squirt for the first time and it was all thanks to Sir.

OUT THE WINDOW

This poem was written after that night.

Your words move me like a song
As I squirm before you wearing just a thong
Pleasure and torment entangled like a knot
Obedience to you is what I was taught

I begged of you and gave you my pleas
In desperation, I was on my knees
Out the window and into the night
Fingered like a guitar for all in sight

My strings wound up like a violin
A lust for you is my darkest sin
So I stand there naked just for you
Orders from your lips, I will surely do

Overly sensitive to your touch
One little move can feel a bit too much
Pleasure overtakes as I cry in ecstasy
As you play the chords of my fantasy

I’ll keep playing after this final measure
So that it will bring you great pleasure
Forever subjected to your ploy
Bound to you as your little toy

Yours Truly,
The Sassy Sub Daily

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Summer Writing Project - Out

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