Kinky Wedgie Slut Becomes Her Master’s New Favorite Toy ♕

Mia wants to be someone’s kinky wedgie slut!

I’ve always had so many kinks that it’s been hard to keep up with all of them. But one kink, in particular, is actually quite a fetish for me. I’ve had it since I was young. Of course, like any person with a fetish, I researched and joined forums, got to know others in the community, and just enjoyed being an online kinky wedgie slut. Really, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve had tons of Masters and Mistresses, online and in real life. However, no matter how hard they give it to me or how much they wedgie my big ass, it just makes me crave it even more.

So, I could go through and tell you all my favorite stories with it; everything I’ve done. But, I’d much rather tell you about my new Master. He turns me on so much; he’s a redhead with a fiery personality to match. He has the cutest freckles, but he’s also tall, strong, and has that dominating presence I love in a man. He’s very confident in himself, and I find that so sexy.

Meeting my Master to be his kinky wedgie slut.

After I left my previous relationship with my Master and Mistress, I took some time to focus on school and building my own life. But I haven’t been able to focus much at all lately. Being a masochistic hypersexual slut was sure to overtake me again, no matter how much of a good girl I’d been. So, when I started hanging out with more and more friends, I developed new connections. What I didn’t realize about being away from the online wedgie community for some years, was that the kink got wildly popular! It’s so exciting when your fetish takes off; new content gets made, more people are willing to enjoy it with you, and it just improves overall.

Meeting some new friends and people in the kink community, I stumbled into my Master; we hit it off right away. We were chatting in a club, drinking a little, and laughing. He told me that my friends had told him some interesting things about me. They actually pushed him in my direction, apparently. He wanted a slave-type girl, into almost everything, willing to be his kitten, his baby girl, and his pain slut.

We get a private room to show how much of a masochistic hypersexual slut I am.

Our conversation leads us even further. He’s got me blushing from my head to my toes, and before I can ask what else he’s heard, he grabs me by the back of my shorts and lifts me up. My mouth falls open in surprise, not believing that this man is just diving into my fetish like this. He uses the back of my shorts, which now have my ass cheeks hanging out, as a leash. He leads his new kinky wedgie slut to a private room, shutting the door behind us. In the room, there is a bed, a little end table, some hooks on the door for clothes, and some restraint spots on the bed.

“I’ve heard that you’ve been craving to be a good slut, haven’t you?” he asks, undoing his tie and the buttons on his shirt. He sits on the edge of the bed and has me sit next to him. He asks me some more of my kinks which I’m happy to tell, but he’s trying to get me to tell him the most embarrassing one of all, the one I need the most, my wedgie fetish. Eventually, he sighs, “They say you’re a good slut, but you can’t even be honest with me.”

He’s going to punish me hard!

Before I know it, he grabs a handful of my hair and tosses me over his lap. Then, he grabs my shorts and yanks them up my ass before pulling them down and to my ankles. I look at him over my shoulder. “Tell me your fetish, slut,” he demands, then spanks my ass hard with his large hand. He instantly puts a red welt in the shape of a handprint on my ass. I really am such a masochistic hypersexual slut. He continues to spank me over and over, making me cry out but never revealing my fetish. So, he grabs my thong and yanks it up. It skyrockets up my crack, pressing onto my clit painfully and my holes.

I’m whining and begging; he knows my safe words and sees I’m not using them. He just pulls even harder, hearing my cries. Then, he grabs my heels, pulling my feet up and hooking my panties onto the heels, leaving me in a permanent wedgie. With one hand, he spanks my ass more. With the other, he reaches down to my tits, twisting and pulling on my nipples. The pain causes me to thrash my feet, but this only pulls the tight string in my ass harder on my clit and holes. “Just tell me what you are, and I’ll make this pleasurable, kitten.”

With that command, I yell out, “I’m a kinky wedgie slut!” I’m embarrassed and blush all over again.

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