Cissy and Brittany couldn't believe their good luck. The fan bus had been totally overloaded and the driver looked at the two cheerleaders and shook his head.
"You're gonna have to ride on the team bus. I'm over capacity and that's breaking the law."
"Aw, please, Mr. Consterhagen! We don't want to ride with all those boys!" Cissy effected a pout and Brittany did her best to hide her chortling.
"Girls, I'm sorry, but I'll radio the coach to wait for you."
Then the door closed and the two stood in a tizzy of anticipation.
"Can you BELIEVE it!" Cissy twirled around, feeling the chilly fall air swishing across the bare cheeks of her ass. She'd broken the cheerleading coach's rule and refused to wear the stupid old white panties that looked like something her grandmother would wear. Since she had come down with a cold she wouldn't be there to pull her out of the lineup and Cissy was all prepared with the lie that she just "forgot" the old fruit of the looms and had to make do with her thong! Yeah, right!
They hurried to the team bus and jumped on board to the cheers of the team. Nothing like the anticipation of a little coochy before hitting the field to get them all revved up.
The coach scowled, the girls preened and the boys cheered.
They scurried to the back and the coach got on his cell phone and that's when the girls went to town.
Or, rather, went down. Onto their knees. Several guys did their blocking thing, and the coach never heard the slurping, the sucking and the grunting as the dear little cheerleaders took several for the team.
He never saw Cissy with a cock down her throat, or Brittany licking cum off her chin.
And He never knew why his team whipped the other team's ass.
Because Cissy and Brittany had promised a tag team delight for the starting line if they won by 14.
Now THAT's school spirit!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Speak to me of dark things.....
The wind blew harshly as Katarina stumbled slowly through the graveyard. She tried to avoid stumbling on the headstones but every so often she would trip, fall, sprawl headlong and scrape her knees and hands on the rough granite.
Still she crept, crawled, tripped along, looking for the one stone.
As the moon rose, full, bulbous, looking fat and swollen over the dark place, she found it.
With a cry, and a whimper, she fell to the ground and clawed at the earth.
"Are you looking for me, dear heart?"
With a shriek she fell onto her back and looked up into his face.
The beautiful beauty of him awed her. Her heart pounded and she reached out her hand.
"Lucien ....."
"Yes, dear heart, it is I. Did you think I had forgotten the love of my life?" His brows arched and his mouth curled in annoyance.
"No, no, I missed you - I could wait no longer - I love you...." Her tears rolled across her pale, pale flesh and Lucien smiled.
"I have come for you, dear heart, have no fear." And with a casual gesture he pulled her to her feet and raised his cool hands to her face. The touch on her flesh should have cautioned Katarina, but she was beside herself with grief. Grief, and lust. A burning desire for the man who had just days ago made her his.
"Touch me, please...."
"Oh, yes, dear heart, I will touch you." And he leaned forward, his lips parting as he loomed over her. Katarina sighed, and smiled, and felt the shiver that his touch always brought.
"Close your eyes, my dearest heart. And I will touch you ..... I will make you mine....." and as Katarina closed her eyes, her lips fell open in anticipation of the touch of his lips, his tongue.
His breath carressed her face and for a moment the miasma of death filled her lungs.
Then the sharp, sliver of pain slid into her skin like a touch of cool fingers and the beat of her heart surged.
As the moon slid beneath a cloud, Lucian drank of his dear heart. Katarina's eyes slid closed and her lips formed a gentle smile. As her last sigh issued forth, her words could be heard across the silent graveyard.
"Take me, my love....."
"I have, dear heart. You are mine now."
And in the morning, the cape that Katarina had worn lay discarded across a gravestone. The newspaper headlines bemoaned the mysterious disappearance of the young woman, as they heralded the new century.
Y2K had not happened. The world remained connected.
And in a graveyard a headstone was wreathed in a cape.
Lucian Douglas. Born 1789. Died 1830.
As the sun set upon the graveyard and the shadows loomed, a yearning cry was heard.
Birds stilled. The night swept in.
And Lucian and his dear heart arose.
"Welcome to my world, dear heart."
Katarina smile and the moon glistened upon her newest feature.
Still she crept, crawled, tripped along, looking for the one stone.
As the moon rose, full, bulbous, looking fat and swollen over the dark place, she found it.
With a cry, and a whimper, she fell to the ground and clawed at the earth.
"Are you looking for me, dear heart?"
With a shriek she fell onto her back and looked up into his face.
The beautiful beauty of him awed her. Her heart pounded and she reached out her hand.
"Lucien ....."
"Yes, dear heart, it is I. Did you think I had forgotten the love of my life?" His brows arched and his mouth curled in annoyance.
"No, no, I missed you - I could wait no longer - I love you...." Her tears rolled across her pale, pale flesh and Lucien smiled.
"I have come for you, dear heart, have no fear." And with a casual gesture he pulled her to her feet and raised his cool hands to her face. The touch on her flesh should have cautioned Katarina, but she was beside herself with grief. Grief, and lust. A burning desire for the man who had just days ago made her his.
"Touch me, please...."
"Oh, yes, dear heart, I will touch you." And he leaned forward, his lips parting as he loomed over her. Katarina sighed, and smiled, and felt the shiver that his touch always brought.
"Close your eyes, my dearest heart. And I will touch you ..... I will make you mine....." and as Katarina closed her eyes, her lips fell open in anticipation of the touch of his lips, his tongue.
His breath carressed her face and for a moment the miasma of death filled her lungs.
Then the sharp, sliver of pain slid into her skin like a touch of cool fingers and the beat of her heart surged.
As the moon slid beneath a cloud, Lucian drank of his dear heart. Katarina's eyes slid closed and her lips formed a gentle smile. As her last sigh issued forth, her words could be heard across the silent graveyard.
"Take me, my love....."
"I have, dear heart. You are mine now."
And in the morning, the cape that Katarina had worn lay discarded across a gravestone. The newspaper headlines bemoaned the mysterious disappearance of the young woman, as they heralded the new century.
Y2K had not happened. The world remained connected.
And in a graveyard a headstone was wreathed in a cape.
Lucian Douglas. Born 1789. Died 1830.
As the sun set upon the graveyard and the shadows loomed, a yearning cry was heard.
Birds stilled. The night swept in.
And Lucian and his dear heart arose.
"Welcome to my world, dear heart."
Katarina smile and the moon glistened upon her newest feature.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Meeting The Master
Angelica was feeling naughty. No, in fact, she was feeling downright slutty. She wanted to get down and dirty with some guy and wipe all the aggravation of the day away in the euphoria of a nice heavy-handed submission scene. She needed some nice paddling pain to take her mind off her troubles.
Dressing in a decadently trampy outfit of a short plaid skirt and a black lace bustier with white thigh highs that looked wonderfully whorish with the black fuck-me pumps, she piled her red hair up with clips, put on lots of makeup, including the fire engine red lipstick that guys always liked to see smeared all over her face after a vigorous cocksucking.
She sauntered into the club about midnight and things were well underway. She knew most of the players - the same girls who liked to get their asses paddled, the boys who wanted a tough mistress to strap up their balls - and the masters - the men who searched out the submissives to cater to their particular needs. Angelica always got a little tingle looking over those men. Dominant, aggressive, alpha - they had no problem taking a dirty little girl and making her very very sorry she had been bad.
Saturday night was "Anything Goes" night. Newbies were warned away, told that the fun and games were intense and if they were only interested in playing, they should probably come back another night.
Angelia glanced around. The same masters that she usually saw had made their choices and were leading their subs for the night away to the play rooms. A few remained in the public areas because the excitement of performing in front of the crowd added to the thrill factor.
Angelica didn't care one way or the other. Sometimes the master who chose her would demand she take her punishment publicly, but she would just as soon he humiliated her privately. It was the dominance she reveled in, not the audience.
As she glanced around she noticed one particular man in the corner. Tall, broad-chested, he had long hair, a beard and wore black slacks and a black vest. And black boots, of course. The better for a little slut sub to feel on her back. She caught his eye. He stood a little straighter, smiled an evil, promising smile and strode toward her. She looked at the collar and leash in his hand and when he approached her and held it out, she merely bowed her head. Her pussy was tingling with anticipation and she knew that tonight was going to be something extra special. Once he'd hooked the leash, he turned and led her to the back of the club. Toward the special rooms that were filled with toys and props for the games. Her cunt clenched. Back here only serious players visited. She'd never been to these rooms but now she wanted more than anything to be inside .....
When the door closed behind her, her new Master pulled off his vest and she marvelled at the strength in his chest and arms. Muscle bulged, and that wasn't all that was bulging.
"Come here slut."
Angelica did as she was ordered and followed the tug of the thick chain leash. When she reached him, he dropped the leash and undid the bustier and pulled it off of her. He smiled at her hard little nipples and pinched one tightly in each hand.
"You've been a bad little girl, I think. Look how horny you are." He twisted her nipples and she groaned and grimaced. She loved the pain. God it felt good.
"Before I decide what your punishment shall be, we need to make clear just how completely you are mine." He let go of her nipples and undid his pants. Once he'd tossed them over the spanking bench, the sight of his thick, long, hard cock made Angelica's mouth positively water. He was hard as steel and his cock stood straight up, pointing due north, and reached his belly button. It was going to feel so lovely shoved in all her orifices. She wondered which one he would choose first.
"On your knees my little slut. Time to suck Master's cock."
With delight she lowered herself to her knees and leaned forward, lips parted and ready for her Master to fuck her mouth.
"Now be sure to take Master's cock all the way down - or you will be very, very sorry."
"Yes, Master." Angelica licked her lips and opened wide as the thick purple head was guided toward her waiting mouth. He slid between her lips and pushed deep into her mouth, until she gagged a bit before relaxing. Now this, she thought idly, was sheer heaven. She loved the taste of him, all salty, musky and dark. Like a fallen angel. He pumped slowly into her mouth, each thrust going a little deeper.
"You'd better start sucking, or Master will be very angry."
She began to suck, wiggling her tongue against the massive organ filling her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she put herself to work and he grunted in satisfaction and proceeded to really fuck her face.
Sucking as hard as she could, when he pulled back, she'd wiggle the tip of her tongue against the underside of the head, and then just swallow his meat when he shoved back into her throat. Before long it was not a matter of sucking or licking or wiggling, but just taking his cock down her throat as he pumped harder and faster.
"That's right you little cocksucker, take my cock deep in your throat. I want to gag you. You're just a hole for me to fuck deep, so just take it all. Your Master is enjoying his little cocksucker and will reward you later. Now, have some more."
He was thrusting deep and fast and Angelica was swallowing to get it down as he surged forward. She fought to breath through her nose, loving the absolulte debauchery of having a man's cock down her throat. After an especially deep thrust he grabbed her hair and yanked her head to his groin, forcing the cock completely into her throat. His pubes tickled her nose and he held her there for several interminable seconds before pulling out and letting her gasp a breath.
"I'm very pleased with my little slut sucker. I'd thought perhaps I'd make you swallow your Master's cum, but I think I have a better idea. Stand up, slut."
Angelica clambered to her feet, gasping, drool having run down her chin. Her lipstick was no doubt smeared all over her face. Her Master's cock was certainly smeared red.
"I like seeing your little slut mouth all smeared. Your lipstick looks good on my cock, no?" She nodded eagerly, aware of the glint of dominant sadism in his eyes, and yearning for more.
"Master wants to play some more with his naughty little slut. And Master's cock wants to bury it in her .... let's see, which nice tight slut hole should we try?"
Angelica's knees trembled. Her lust was overriding all other emotions. She wanted to feel her Master's cock deep inside her.
He gazed deep into her eyes and read her unbridled hunger, before smiling broadly, his teeth white in his beard.
"Yes, I think that's the perfect choice." He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her over to the spanking bench, roughly shoving her down on her stomach across the broad panel.
He clapped the wrist restraints closed on her wrists, and did likewise with her ankles. She was bent over, her legs spread, and her stomach quivered with anticipation.
When he slathered lube across her asshole and shoved a couple of fingers deep inside she moaned loud and long.
"Get used to it slut. Master's cock is going to be in there soon." After lubing her deep with his fingers he grabbed a medium sized dildo and lubed it before shoving it deep up her ass. She groaned loud now, the burning pinch and the sudden shock of being filled full of dildo unbearably good. He pumped the dildo in and out for a few minutes.
"I knew my little slut wanted to be fucked up the ass. You have the dirty little smile that tells me you love having your ass reamed. Don't you?"
"Yes Master, I love having my ass fucked, Sir,"
"I bet you like a really hard ass fucking, don't you?"
"Yes Sir, please, I love a hard ass fucking."
"Then this is your lucky day." He yanked the dildo from her ass and squirted more lube into her hole and then he was pushing his thick cock inside her, stretching her wide, wider than she'd ever felt. She luxuriated in the burning pain even as she whimpered at the impalement. He slid in slow and steady, no time to adapt, to get used to being so totally filled. He just slid in, further and further until he was all the way in, his cock stretching her ass to capacity and making her moan a steady stream.
"All right my little ass slut. Time to get fucked hard." And he pulled out and rammed in and then began a steady, hard pistoning into her ass that had Angelica squealing, begging, pleading, groaning, and urging him on.
"Master, please fuck my ass hard."
"Oh, Master is going to fuck your ass good and hard. My slut has a nice tight ass hole. It needs a good hard fucking. You like my cock up your ass, don't you?"
"Yes, please Sir, fuck my ass!!" and then she was coming hard as he reamed her, orgasms rolling over her in wave after wave, her ass clenching on his cock until he came too and she felt the flood of hot cum surge into her, heating her ass and letting him pound in once, twice, three last good strokes before he pulled out, cum still shooting out, to coat her ass hole and cheeks as the last of his orgasm wrang him out.
For a moment the air was filled with the rasp of the two of them panting. Angelica was wallowing in a state of submissive euphoria, her ass burning and throbbing and her orgasm still pounding in her flesh.
"Master believes that he will keep this little slut slave for his very own."
"Yes, Master, your slave wants to be yours and yours alone."
"It doesn't really matter, though, does it, slut, because you'll do anything I demand, won't you?"
"Yes, Master, anything."
"The perfect answer. We'll have lots of fun, won't we slut?"
"Yes sir. We'll have lots of fun."
Angelica smiled.
* * * * *
Later that night as she rolled over in bed, Angelica snuggled against the big bear of a man beside her. His arms had encircled her and she tucked her ass into his groin, smiling at the feel of his hard cock at her cheeks. It appeared he hadn't gotten enough of her. She breathed deeply of his scent and felt the calmness deep in her sould at his nearness.
His voice whispered in the night.
"Happy Anniversary, little slut."
"Happy Anniversary, Master."
"Do you like you gift, slut?"
Angelica peered through the dim light of the moon at the spanking bench that had been waiting for her in the bedroom. They'd broken it in that very evening. Her ass, in fact, still burned.
"Oh, yes Master, I love my gift! Thank you, Sir."
"You are very welcome, little slave."
Dressing in a decadently trampy outfit of a short plaid skirt and a black lace bustier with white thigh highs that looked wonderfully whorish with the black fuck-me pumps, she piled her red hair up with clips, put on lots of makeup, including the fire engine red lipstick that guys always liked to see smeared all over her face after a vigorous cocksucking.
She sauntered into the club about midnight and things were well underway. She knew most of the players - the same girls who liked to get their asses paddled, the boys who wanted a tough mistress to strap up their balls - and the masters - the men who searched out the submissives to cater to their particular needs. Angelica always got a little tingle looking over those men. Dominant, aggressive, alpha - they had no problem taking a dirty little girl and making her very very sorry she had been bad.
Saturday night was "Anything Goes" night. Newbies were warned away, told that the fun and games were intense and if they were only interested in playing, they should probably come back another night.
Angelia glanced around. The same masters that she usually saw had made their choices and were leading their subs for the night away to the play rooms. A few remained in the public areas because the excitement of performing in front of the crowd added to the thrill factor.
Angelica didn't care one way or the other. Sometimes the master who chose her would demand she take her punishment publicly, but she would just as soon he humiliated her privately. It was the dominance she reveled in, not the audience.
As she glanced around she noticed one particular man in the corner. Tall, broad-chested, he had long hair, a beard and wore black slacks and a black vest. And black boots, of course. The better for a little slut sub to feel on her back. She caught his eye. He stood a little straighter, smiled an evil, promising smile and strode toward her. She looked at the collar and leash in his hand and when he approached her and held it out, she merely bowed her head. Her pussy was tingling with anticipation and she knew that tonight was going to be something extra special. Once he'd hooked the leash, he turned and led her to the back of the club. Toward the special rooms that were filled with toys and props for the games. Her cunt clenched. Back here only serious players visited. She'd never been to these rooms but now she wanted more than anything to be inside .....
When the door closed behind her, her new Master pulled off his vest and she marvelled at the strength in his chest and arms. Muscle bulged, and that wasn't all that was bulging.
"Come here slut."
Angelica did as she was ordered and followed the tug of the thick chain leash. When she reached him, he dropped the leash and undid the bustier and pulled it off of her. He smiled at her hard little nipples and pinched one tightly in each hand.
"You've been a bad little girl, I think. Look how horny you are." He twisted her nipples and she groaned and grimaced. She loved the pain. God it felt good.
"Before I decide what your punishment shall be, we need to make clear just how completely you are mine." He let go of her nipples and undid his pants. Once he'd tossed them over the spanking bench, the sight of his thick, long, hard cock made Angelica's mouth positively water. He was hard as steel and his cock stood straight up, pointing due north, and reached his belly button. It was going to feel so lovely shoved in all her orifices. She wondered which one he would choose first.
"On your knees my little slut. Time to suck Master's cock."
With delight she lowered herself to her knees and leaned forward, lips parted and ready for her Master to fuck her mouth.
"Now be sure to take Master's cock all the way down - or you will be very, very sorry."
"Yes, Master." Angelica licked her lips and opened wide as the thick purple head was guided toward her waiting mouth. He slid between her lips and pushed deep into her mouth, until she gagged a bit before relaxing. Now this, she thought idly, was sheer heaven. She loved the taste of him, all salty, musky and dark. Like a fallen angel. He pumped slowly into her mouth, each thrust going a little deeper.
"You'd better start sucking, or Master will be very angry."
She began to suck, wiggling her tongue against the massive organ filling her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she put herself to work and he grunted in satisfaction and proceeded to really fuck her face.
Sucking as hard as she could, when he pulled back, she'd wiggle the tip of her tongue against the underside of the head, and then just swallow his meat when he shoved back into her throat. Before long it was not a matter of sucking or licking or wiggling, but just taking his cock down her throat as he pumped harder and faster.
"That's right you little cocksucker, take my cock deep in your throat. I want to gag you. You're just a hole for me to fuck deep, so just take it all. Your Master is enjoying his little cocksucker and will reward you later. Now, have some more."
He was thrusting deep and fast and Angelica was swallowing to get it down as he surged forward. She fought to breath through her nose, loving the absolulte debauchery of having a man's cock down her throat. After an especially deep thrust he grabbed her hair and yanked her head to his groin, forcing the cock completely into her throat. His pubes tickled her nose and he held her there for several interminable seconds before pulling out and letting her gasp a breath.
"I'm very pleased with my little slut sucker. I'd thought perhaps I'd make you swallow your Master's cum, but I think I have a better idea. Stand up, slut."
Angelica clambered to her feet, gasping, drool having run down her chin. Her lipstick was no doubt smeared all over her face. Her Master's cock was certainly smeared red.
"I like seeing your little slut mouth all smeared. Your lipstick looks good on my cock, no?" She nodded eagerly, aware of the glint of dominant sadism in his eyes, and yearning for more.
"Master wants to play some more with his naughty little slut. And Master's cock wants to bury it in her .... let's see, which nice tight slut hole should we try?"
Angelica's knees trembled. Her lust was overriding all other emotions. She wanted to feel her Master's cock deep inside her.
He gazed deep into her eyes and read her unbridled hunger, before smiling broadly, his teeth white in his beard.
"Yes, I think that's the perfect choice." He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her over to the spanking bench, roughly shoving her down on her stomach across the broad panel.
He clapped the wrist restraints closed on her wrists, and did likewise with her ankles. She was bent over, her legs spread, and her stomach quivered with anticipation.
When he slathered lube across her asshole and shoved a couple of fingers deep inside she moaned loud and long.
"Get used to it slut. Master's cock is going to be in there soon." After lubing her deep with his fingers he grabbed a medium sized dildo and lubed it before shoving it deep up her ass. She groaned loud now, the burning pinch and the sudden shock of being filled full of dildo unbearably good. He pumped the dildo in and out for a few minutes.
"I knew my little slut wanted to be fucked up the ass. You have the dirty little smile that tells me you love having your ass reamed. Don't you?"
"Yes Master, I love having my ass fucked, Sir,"
"I bet you like a really hard ass fucking, don't you?"
"Yes Sir, please, I love a hard ass fucking."
"Then this is your lucky day." He yanked the dildo from her ass and squirted more lube into her hole and then he was pushing his thick cock inside her, stretching her wide, wider than she'd ever felt. She luxuriated in the burning pain even as she whimpered at the impalement. He slid in slow and steady, no time to adapt, to get used to being so totally filled. He just slid in, further and further until he was all the way in, his cock stretching her ass to capacity and making her moan a steady stream.
"All right my little ass slut. Time to get fucked hard." And he pulled out and rammed in and then began a steady, hard pistoning into her ass that had Angelica squealing, begging, pleading, groaning, and urging him on.
"Master, please fuck my ass hard."
"Oh, Master is going to fuck your ass good and hard. My slut has a nice tight ass hole. It needs a good hard fucking. You like my cock up your ass, don't you?"
"Yes, please Sir, fuck my ass!!" and then she was coming hard as he reamed her, orgasms rolling over her in wave after wave, her ass clenching on his cock until he came too and she felt the flood of hot cum surge into her, heating her ass and letting him pound in once, twice, three last good strokes before he pulled out, cum still shooting out, to coat her ass hole and cheeks as the last of his orgasm wrang him out.
For a moment the air was filled with the rasp of the two of them panting. Angelica was wallowing in a state of submissive euphoria, her ass burning and throbbing and her orgasm still pounding in her flesh.
"Master believes that he will keep this little slut slave for his very own."
"Yes, Master, your slave wants to be yours and yours alone."
"It doesn't really matter, though, does it, slut, because you'll do anything I demand, won't you?"
"Yes, Master, anything."
"The perfect answer. We'll have lots of fun, won't we slut?"
"Yes sir. We'll have lots of fun."
Angelica smiled.
* * * * *
Later that night as she rolled over in bed, Angelica snuggled against the big bear of a man beside her. His arms had encircled her and she tucked her ass into his groin, smiling at the feel of his hard cock at her cheeks. It appeared he hadn't gotten enough of her. She breathed deeply of his scent and felt the calmness deep in her sould at his nearness.
His voice whispered in the night.
"Happy Anniversary, little slut."
"Happy Anniversary, Master."
"Do you like you gift, slut?"
Angelica peered through the dim light of the moon at the spanking bench that had been waiting for her in the bedroom. They'd broken it in that very evening. Her ass, in fact, still burned.
"Oh, yes Master, I love my gift! Thank you, Sir."
"You are very welcome, little slave."
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Dear Sir
In the dark, I yearn for you. I lay quietly, my eyes closed and imagine your hands upon me. You are stern and forbidding. Your rich, deep voice resonates through me as you issue your commands.
I can do nothing but follow. I am yours in all ways. I want to please you and pleasure you. I want to wallow in my servitude as yours. Your servant. Your slut. Your slave.
Despite my solitude, I receive your words as gospel.
You will take me. I know that. You have laid out the rules and have explained what will happen. You will abuse me with your most exquisite torments and gain pleasure from my whimpers and my cries. You will urge me to take your attentions and I will do so because I yearn for nothing more than to spread myself, prostrate, naked and wanting, before you.
I know what is to come. I have feared it. I have craved it.
I will bring the instruments of my carnal torments when I bring myself to you. You will lay them out and require that I choose. Shall I ask for the sharp, biting pain of the wicked flogger? Or the flat solid fire or your paddle? The paddle that you have lovingly created with your own hands, the better to train me with. Perhaps the split cane that will sting and burn as you wield it upon my willing flesh?
How will you feel, Master, as I bow beneath your strokes? As my body accepts your powerful mastery? As my flesh grows hot, sparkling with pain, beneath your ministrations?
I yearn for you. I long for the moment at which you will demand that I assume my submissive pose at your feet. The better, Master, to accept your next commands. The orders that I take your cock into my mouth. That I pleasure you with my skills as your cocksucker. That I accept your cum upon my lips as the most reverent of fluids. This will be my reward for having accepted, no, relished, your punishments.
What will be your pleasure, Master?
How may I serve you?
I await the moment of glory during which I will become your flesh, your body, your slave, your soul to command.
I can do nothing but follow. I am yours in all ways. I want to please you and pleasure you. I want to wallow in my servitude as yours. Your servant. Your slut. Your slave.
Despite my solitude, I receive your words as gospel.
You will take me. I know that. You have laid out the rules and have explained what will happen. You will abuse me with your most exquisite torments and gain pleasure from my whimpers and my cries. You will urge me to take your attentions and I will do so because I yearn for nothing more than to spread myself, prostrate, naked and wanting, before you.
I know what is to come. I have feared it. I have craved it.
I will bring the instruments of my carnal torments when I bring myself to you. You will lay them out and require that I choose. Shall I ask for the sharp, biting pain of the wicked flogger? Or the flat solid fire or your paddle? The paddle that you have lovingly created with your own hands, the better to train me with. Perhaps the split cane that will sting and burn as you wield it upon my willing flesh?
How will you feel, Master, as I bow beneath your strokes? As my body accepts your powerful mastery? As my flesh grows hot, sparkling with pain, beneath your ministrations?
I yearn for you. I long for the moment at which you will demand that I assume my submissive pose at your feet. The better, Master, to accept your next commands. The orders that I take your cock into my mouth. That I pleasure you with my skills as your cocksucker. That I accept your cum upon my lips as the most reverent of fluids. This will be my reward for having accepted, no, relished, your punishments.
What will be your pleasure, Master?
How may I serve you?
I await the moment of glory during which I will become your flesh, your body, your slave, your soul to command.
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