Little bitch...

At the Dark Den, we have a Mistress there, who is referred to as "Double Trouble". Recently, she bought a slave at one of our auctions. The slave, who had been kidnapped just weeks before her wedding, was a virgin. The poor thing has this idea in her head that she will someday resume her normal life. She doesn't realize, that what she is living now is the new "normal life" for her.

DT is, at heart, a geneticist. She gets ideas in her head, and begins to conjure up different medical experiments to perform. So, naturally, the first thing she did with this girl, was to get her to the medical ward, where she could carry out whatever nefarious experiments tickled her fancy. Next thing you know, DT is sporting a cute little red husky furrie girl on a leash. Yes, that's right. DT had changed the girl she purchased at auction, modified her genetically, to be, what seemed to me to be a little more than half husky. And, of course, DT being DT she could not stop there. Nuuuuu...she also had to give the puppy girl a little 'sumptin extra'. So she also grew a cock on the girl. No, not to replace her pussy, to compliment it. So DT took that innocent slave girl, and turned her into a hermaphrodite husky furrie.

Now, I know what your thinking - "what does this have to do with secondliefslut?" - well, dear reader, I'll tell you. You remember my girl d, right? I'm sure I mentioned her in the previous post. Anyway, d asked permission to witness an auction in Lez Zeppilin. Now, I'm a nice person, and I like my girls to have fun. I really didn't see any reason why she shouldn't be able to watch an auction. I can add that to my 'lessons learned' list though. d went to the auction, and when she came home, she was towing on a chain a toy she'd bought for the week. The girl's nice enough, and eager enough, and...well...slutty enough, so I let d off the hook without much in the way of punishment. And, to be fair, I didn't forbid her from making any purchase (I know better for next time though).

I watched as the husky wandered into view. She always looks so sad - hating what has been done to her, living the humiliation of losing part of her humanity, and having that fully functioning cock grown out of her clit. I had taken to carrying around a few dog biscuits...treats for the little thing. I pulled one out of my pocket, and showed it to her. She seemed a bit reluctant, but I guess hunger eventually took over, and she padded over to me, eating the treat from my hand. I petted her head, scratching her idly between the ears while I carried on conversations with those around me. Occasionally retrieving another doggie biscuit from my pocket, and letting the thing eat it.

Then the toy showed up, and with d nowhere around, of course it fell to me to take care of, and keep it from getting in any trouble. The toy was, of course, naked (as toys are apt to be - thought I'm grateful she is anatomically correct). I looked at the toy, and at the puppy, and back to the toy, and a grin came to my face. I'd befriended the puppy, who DT had named 'bitch'. I knew bitch had been a virgin when DT purchased her. More than just a virgin, that girl was a prude.

 

I was petting the thing, speaking to the toy "bitch here, is one of DT's creations" I told the toy.

"Oh, I see" they toy said, eyeing the freak-thing that was sitting beside her.

"My name is Aime, why do you call me such hard names?" the puppy asked.

"Hush, your name is 'bitch' - so says your owner." I could see the dejected look on its face. Its eyes becoming watery, I continued petting it, stroking its fur.

"Tell me, bitch, how many times has your owner raped you?" I asked it.

"That's not your business" the thing retorted, it's heart pounding. It whimpered that puppy sounding whimper and tried to back away from me.

I grabbed a handful of the thing's fir on the top of it's head, gritting my teeth, sounding like I was getting a bit annoyed "I asked you a question, bitch, ANSWER ME!"

"Ooouuwww" it almost howled, its mind full of fear, racing, she spat out number..."three."

"Only three? Gee, I thought it would have been more than that." I looked at the puppy, to see a single tear falling down the side of it's face. "I mean, if I had two dongs and a hot little puppy like you, I'd be raping that all the time." I chuckled as I said it, knowing those words would serve to beat her down another 1/2 notch or so.

Knowing DT, and what she likes..and also knowing exactly what DT did to the thing already, I crouched down in front of it, peering between its legs "Mmmmhmmm, doesn't look like DT has lost her touch, that is a nice looking....hmmm...package....you have there." I teased, reaching my hand forward as if to touch it "Does that thing work?" I prodded.

It looked around, probably looking to see if there was anyway to escape. "Please don't touch me there, its gross" the puppy said.

"Awww..." I said in a mocking baby tone "wassa matter? Wittle puppy don't like anyone touching their 'special' places?"

She shook her head "please...don't" she whispered. Poor thing, so modest before her abduction and subsequent transformation. She must have been horribly ashamed at having that extra appendage attached to her. 

I grabbed the fur on the side of its face, and yanked on it, it yelped, but it isn't like I cared, "Come closer" to ordered the toy.

"Yes Miss" the toy replied as it stepped closer.

"bitch, tell me what this slut smells like" I barked at the dog-girl.

It tried to back away, shaking its head "eewww..NOOO" it protested. I yanked again on the things fur, feeling a few strands pull loose. I shoved the thing's nose between the toys legs. It began to cry, hating every minute of its ordeal. The toy moaned - did I mention what a slut the toy is? - it moaned as the dog thing's cold, wet nose nuzzled between her legs. The puppy gagged, I thought it was going to throw up for certain, but it didn't. It was plainly obvious it did not like what it was being forced to do, didn't like it even a little bit.

I ordered the toy to lay on the ground, on her back, and of course, she complied. Next, I told the puppy to give the toy a few good licks on her cunt. The thing protested, rather loudly. Yanking again on bitch's fur, I pulled its not between the toy's legs, and watched as the puppy's tongue came out, hesitantly and slowly, the tip just touching the toy's sex. I gave bitch's head a good shove forward, smashing its nose against the toy's pelvis.

While the bitch was busy trying not to puke from having to lick the toy's pussy, I got busy with my fingers, sticking them into the bitch's cunt. It was dry, very dry. This scene was not exciting it in the least. I grinned and shoved a second finger into the tight dry hole, knowing the pain it was causing the puppy, taking great joy in the way it howled as my fingers dry-fucked it's pussy. I then worked my thumb into the puppy's ass. "Lick that cunt bitch, I want to hear that toy scream with pleasure from your tongue" I told it, while my fingers and thumb worked in and out of her dry pussy and ass in alternating strokes.

I pinched my fingers and thumb together inside the bitch, feeling them through the lining of flesh separating its cunt from his ass, and pulled back, stretching the taint. I pulled hard, feeling it stretch and my fingers beginning to loose ground. I gave a really good, hard yank of my hand, the fingers and thumb scraping along the dry flesh before popping free of their holes. It raised its head again, and yowled long and loud, before returning its attention to the wet cunt before it. A crowd had started to gather, folks coming of to see what all the howling and crying was about.

"Hey, how ya doin'?" one of the onlookers (who we'll call 'M'), a rather ruggedly handsome friend of mine asked.

I looked up at him "finger deep in dog right now, but good." I answered, with a wry grin on my face.

"She doesn't seem very willing," he said.

"No.." I chuckled a bit, "not very willing at all." One of those standing around, witnessing my finger rape of the puppy, was a  girl (that we'll call 'A') who, for reasons unbeknownst to me, doesn't like girls. I looked up at her, "You want some of the puppy?" I asked, "it has the parts you like."

"Hmm, I like the eager Mistress" she replied, "not crying. Hurts my fragile ego you know."

"We can tie it down, could be like a ride at Disneyland."

"I like ones I can break," M said with a laugh.

"Tie down," I went on, "let the girls go for a ride."

"It'd need a gag first, I couldn't listen to all of that nonsense," A commented.

"I can gag it for you, and muzzle it too, if you want." I wanted somebody to use this bitch in other ways that just making her eat out a toy, even though that was an act the bitch reviled, I thought more could be done to it, to completely break it's will. However, no such luck today.

"Is she your's?" M asked, "I thought she was DT's."

"She is DT's, but she was following me around like a...well...like a lost puppy, so I thought I'd put it to use."

The toy, meanwhile, was moaning and shuddering with pleasure. She wasn't screaming yet, which is what I told the dog to make her do. I stood up and, with my heel on the ground and the toes of my boots resting on the puppy's balls, I applied a little pressure. "I said make her scream with pleasure bitch, you're not doing that."

The thing wailed, mostly out of show I think because I wasn't even applying that much pressure. I stepped a little harder, "Make her fucking scream with pleasure" I ordered. Another howl, and when the dog returned to the toy's cunt, it went at it with gusto. Driving it's tongue deep into her, lapping for all it's life. "Good puppy" I told it, releasing the pressure on it's balls.

The puppy's face was matted and wet. Partially with the juices flowing from the toy, but mostly with the tears it was crying. Tears of pain, tears of humiliation. I wasn't finished with it yet though. I searched, around, and found a discarded tube of lubricant with a bit left in it. I squirted what was left in it on my hand and smeared it around, making her the entire hand was shining with the lube, clear up to my wrist.

I knelt behind the puppy again, and rubbed my lubed hand around it's cunt lips, transferring some of it to bitch. I then began to work my fingers into it's tight, dry, but somewhat lubed pussy. It was tight. Like a rubber band squeezing around my fingers. It howled again, yelping as it's pussy was stretched. I continued, ignoring its painful protests.

After getting my hand in to the thumb knuckle, I grabbed hold if its tail, using it for leverage, I grunted, and shoved my hand hard and fast into the bitch. I felt my knuckle bang against it's pelvic bone. It jumped, tried to scurry away, screaming and howling, but I held fast to the tail, yanking it back. I rested my hand in there for a moment. It was tight, and stretched wide, and since the puppy wasn't mine, I didn't want to give it any real damage, so I allowed it to stretch a little, while I made my hand into a fist, and then relaxed it a few times.

Slowly, I began to move my hand deeper into the puppy's pussy, pulling it back to the wrist, and moving it in again. It was loosening up, not quite as tight, and easier to move in and out of. The thing buried its tongue into the toy's pussy, lapping at it like crazy. I moved faster, balling my hand into a fist, I began to really let her have it, almost as if I was punching her insides.

She squirmed and yelped and cried. Mostly of it muffled by the toy's pussy. Finally the toy screamed out with pleasure as it came, drenching bitch's muzzle with her juices. bitch gagged and nearly threw up from the taste of what she considered to be nasty, dirtyness. I slowed own my fist fucking of it's cunt, pulled my arm out to the wrist. Leaving my fist balled, I stood, leaning over, I put my foot on it's ass, and yanked hard. A crunching sound filled the area as my knuckle ground against its pevlic bone. The pain shooting through my hand, numbing my forearm,was well worth that final act of indignation and pain I caused to bitch by yanking my hand out, fist and all.

bitch collapsed, small tendrils of blood could be seen oozing from its cunt, mixed with the lube. My hand and forearm were spotted with the bitch's blood. I presented it to the toy, who licked me clean.

SL Happens....

There is a saying that goes around Second Life; "SL happens". It's akin to the old saying "shit happens". And it does. Usually, it does in a way that is inconsistent with your own wants and desires.

Recently, I have found myself on the shit end of that stick. My own doing really. I'm a free woman once again. The time I had with my Master was exceptionally exquisite. I love him, and always will. I had a great time with him, and I learned so much from him, I can't even begin to recount it all. The fact is, I'm just not a very good slave. I 'm a bit too wild, and a bit to eccentric, and a bit to egotistical to be contained as a proper slave should.

It was painful to lose my former Master. Painful in ways I can only begin to describe (and not the good physical kind of pain either). We are still close. Sill friends. We still talk frequently, which has helped mitigate the pain.

So...I'm back training slaves at the Dark Den, and feminizing men at the Forced Feminization University.  I will forever cherish the time I belonged to my Master. My regret is that I was not able to be the slave he wants, and deserves. My feeling remains, that he is the absolute best Master, anywhere, anytime, anyplace - bar none. No other would have been able to put a collar around my neck, and I can say with confidence, that no other will.

Bad girl...bad, bad girl

So far, I've written about how wonderful my Master is. How generous he can be. But, that is not all he is. I am not always the good girl I make myself out to be. Sometimes I do things which disappoint, or otherwise cause my Master grief. In these instances, he punishment is harsh and painful (not to mention exciting as all HELL). Early on, soon after I took his collar, one such occurrence happened. I won't go into the details of my offense. The transgression I committed doesn't really matter.

"I did tell you there was going to be a price to pay, didn't I little one?" My Master asked. His fingers, raking into the fleshy cheeks of my ass, which spilled about his fingertips like combed sand.

"Yes Master" I whimpered feeling the dull, binding pain of his fingers digging into my ass.

I was in what could be called a "less-than-comfortable" position. Master had rigged shackles to a four foot by four foot square, flat board. The board was not completely rough. It had been sanded some, but not so much that I could not feel the wood grain, nor to such a point as to ensure naked skin rubbing over it would not get splinters. My neck was shackled to the board. My wrists were shackled near my head, and my ankles here shackled next to my wrists. I was completely naked. Doubled over so tight, the aroma of my pussy was thick in my nostrils with each breath. Breathing was difficult in this compressed position, but not so difficult that I might pass out due to lack of oxygen. My ass and pussy were raised up in the air, exposed for whatever my Master had planned for them.

Master dug his fingers hard into my ass flesh. Making fists with my skin between his fingers and palms. The pain was atrocious. I gritted my teeth hard and whimpered and moaned through them. He kneaded my ass like that. Releasing his grip, moving his hands just a little bit, and grabbing another fistful of ass. Tears were already starting to well in my eyes. Then the grabbing stopped. Suddenly I felt a terrible sting in my lower back, then another, and another. My Master was pinching me. Pinching me hard. Moving down (up in this position) my back towards my ass. I could feel the terrible tension in each of the little assaults. His finger and thumb squeezing my skin between them, holding it for a brief second, before releasing it. My back and ass lit on fire. Heat rising in them, I could fee the heat distinctively in each location where he'd pinched me. I flinched and squirmed. Whining and whimpering with each stinging pinch. Tears began to leak from my eyes and track down the sides of my reddened face.

I could feel my ass dotted with little islands of heat. I could imagine smallish glowing red spots all over it from my Master's treatment. I screamed out, trying to lift my head, which was held fast to the board by the shackle around my neck, when he moved to pinching that ever-so-tender skin on the inside of my thighs, just below (or, above in this position) my pussy. More tears rolling from my eyes. I was panting. Trying to keep my breath, trying not to feel the pain. I didn't want my Master to see me as weak. I sniffled, took in a deep breath, closed my eyes, and slowly let it out. It came out broken and raspy. He stopped his pinching. Master was running the palm of his hand over my sore ass. His hand, usually warm, felt cool against the heated flesh of my cheeks. He rubbed them, running his fingers and palms over every inch of my smooth skin.

"AAAYYY" I screamed out almost at the same time the loud 'SLAP' reverberated off the walls of the room. My Master had pulled both hands back from my ass about a foot, and delivered a blow with each at the same time. The sound was loud, sharp and harsh. My ass immediately lit on fire. I was full on crying now. Partially because of the pain, but mostly....mostly because I had wronged my Master. I had done something that caused him displeasure. I hated that feeling. I deserved whatever he was going to give me as punishment..and much more even. He left his hands on my ass. Back to rubbing and kneading it. Letting me calm a little I think, or maybe just lost in the pleasure of digging his fingers into my flesh, I'm not sure which it was.

"You remember your lesson little one?" He asked. He grabbed at my cheeks, not seeming to even care if I answered. He pulled them apart, exposing my tight, anus.

"Y...yes Master" I whimpered, just knowing he was going to dry fuck my ass with at least his fingers, my tears and whimpering started up again in anticipation.

"And what is that girl?" He asked, suddenly his hands, alternatively, rising from my ass and slapping down on it hard. His left hand lifting while his right hand was slapping, his left hand slapping while his right was lifting. One, two, one, two, one, two all in rapid succession. Not giving any time between slaps for recovering.

"T..to.." I sniffed..."to  not disappoint you Master". I finally managed to squeak out. I sucked in a gasp when he stopped slapping his hands moving up the crack of my ass, to my tender pussy lips. He rubbed them between his finger and thumbs, a flap in each hand.

"Yes, and in this situation, how could that have been avoided little one?" He asked, working both of his thumbs between my lips, squishing them into my wet pussy.

"To.." sniffle... " to think of you before I do anything Master" I replied, regaining some composure. My back was beginning to burn from the cramped position I was in, my thigh muscles to tighten and tense. He placed his fingers and thumbs on each of my pussy lips, massaging them firmly.
"Good..." He said tensly, pinching my lips hard as I cried out, then releasing the pinch, "...girl" he added with another harsh pinch. I screamed out again, balling now, tears were running down the side of my face. I cried, my mouth opened and wailing. Me moved his fingers..well, not moved them so much, and squeezed them down the length of my pussy lips. Not really letting go and re-pinching them. More like he walked them down my lips, squeezing and rubbing the whole way. The pain was immense. I thought for sure he would succeed in ripping my skin, that he already had, perhaps, considering the amount of wetness i could feel down there. He worked his way to the thick, meaty parts of my lips, and squeezed his fingers together hard. He held them there. The pain seared through my body. I cried out, I could see his knuckles turning white while he pinched and didn't let go.

Master squeezed hard and held on tight. Gawd, the pain was tremendous. I was balling and wailing. He then pulled. He pulled them, holding onto them so tight, until they let loose because he could not hold on tight enough to pull them off. As the blood rushed back to the afflicted parts, a new wave of pain send me into a louder fit of cries and moans. Master then began rubbing the palms of his hands over my bruised and reddened ass again. The 'SWAT'. Three spanks on each cheek. The last one on each, brutal enough to leave red hand prints as they echoed throughout the room. I yelped and screamed with each swat.

"You want my forgiveness little one?" He asked.

I sniffled, "Y...yes Master...I beg your forgiveness....I...I am so sorry" I said, tears flowing, sniffling between the words. The tears, mind you, were only partially due to the pain. A great deal of them, were because I had disappointed him. Had made my Master not be proud of my actions. I had done something that offended him. And that, dear readers, is more painful, and more distressing, than any form of punishment he could imagine to deal out. I deserved whatever punishment he was giving me, or would give me. I deserved that, and so much more for my transgression.

"You know..." he went on, moving his hands up the backs of my thighs, brushing over the creases in the backs of my knees. "If I forgive you on this...." his hand moved towards my face. I flinched instinctively as the back of his hand caressed my left cheek, smearing the tears. "It is over with, and we can move on."

"Yes Master" I whispered hoarsely.

"Good girl" he said, moving his hand back down and around my body. He brought it up, softly caressing my ass and rested it on my pussy. I softened, and relaxed  with my Master's touches, then tensed as he placed his hand on my pussy. The expectation of a slap on my pussy caused it to twitch under his hand. I could see a slight grin appear on his face. He could feel my heat under his hand. How hot, wet and excited I had become. Sure, I was in dire emotional straights right then. I had done wrong. I had caused him embarrassment and disappointment. But that doesn't stop my body from reacting. I can't help that. "I forgive you." Those words, coming from my Master's mouth, are the most glorious words I could ever imagine. There is little more that gives me such a feeling of comfort and security. He forgives me. Which means he will keep me. Which means, I am still his. Which means...all is right in the world again. As he said these words "I forgive you" he pressed the heal of his palm against the opening to my pussy, raised his fingers, and brought them down in a little slap against the rest of my pussy and clit.

My Master rested his hand on my pussy like that. Just sitting there. My shoulders and hamstrings here burning on fire from the position I was locked in. My ass and pussy lips were sore, aching and, I was 100% certain, bruised in various spots. He stood there, with his hand on my pussy. I don't know how long. I had stopped crying. I could feel the salty tears drying on the side of my face. 'CLAP' another clap on my pussy sent shivers through me, causing me to jolt and squirm against my bonds, causing my pussy to spasm. Master caressed my right cheek, with the back of his left hand, the raised his hand over my face. pressed his forefinger, middle finger and ring finger together, and pointed them at my mouth. "Open" he commanded. I did. Making an 'O' with my lips, as big as my mouth would allow.

Master was grinding him right palm against my swollen and sore pussy, causing such a pleasurably painful sensation. He pushed the three fingers of his left hand into my mouth. Running them over my tongue. Pushed farther. Farther still. He pushed them in, until he could not push them any farther. I gagged and choked on them. I could feel the webbing by his pinkie and thumb tight against the corners of my mouth, stretching, stinging just a little. I coughed against his thick, meaty fingers, praying I would not throw up on my Master's hand. I closed my lips around his fingers, and suckled them, as I would if he'd put his cock in there. I was slobbering pretty good already from my crying. Now, with his fingers in my mouth, my salivary glands seemed to be working overtime. He slapped my cunt again. I yelped in surprise against his fingers, spittle flying in little bits from what little space there was to escape around the digits.

"Now, slut" he said, pulling his fingers from my suckling lips. "Tell me, " Master was moving his fingers along the slit of my pussy, up to my clit which he began to rub in little circles. My hips began to move (as best they could) in time with his movements around my clit. Trying to press into his fingers. I wasn't doing it consciously. It was just unthinking reaction to what my Master was doing. Pure instinct you might say. "What do you want?"

What did I want? What did he mean by that? I ran through all the possible answers in my mind. Focusing on the two things I wanted most in the world at this point. The second one was to cum, but Master likes truth and honesty, and I decided to voice the number one thing I wanted. The thing, that I wanted most and above any else in the world. "To make you proud and happy, Master" I said, my voice strong and steady, and even, trying to signify the true and deep meaning of what I was saying, despite his constant manipulation of my clit, which was sending me to planes unknown. MY pussy seemed to be in a constant state of clenching and releasing, and clenching and releasing, as if it were pumping the wetness from inside. He rested his left hand on my tail bone. He pressed his middle finger right against my sphincter. My asshole puckered and quivered at the touch.

"Hmm..." he said, nodding his head a touch, his lips pursed "so you don't want to cum?" he asked then.

My head nodded rapidly up and down, a high pitched whimper squeaking from my throat "yes Master" I confessed while he pressed his finger against my anus with greater pressure. His right hand was sending shock waves of pleasure throughout my body by playing with my clit. My sphincter began to open, almost reluctantly it seemed, as he pressed on, his finger sliding into the dark heat.

"I don't know," he said almost non-chalantly, "that didn't sound very convincing to me" he added. My Master worked a second finger into my tight ass. I could feel the burning around the stretched rim. The feeling of his fingers moving in there. Creating heat with their friction. He never relented on my clit either. Gawd...I was so close to cumming. I was panting, and breathing heavy, biting my lip. I wanted to shove my knuckle into my mouth and bite down hard on it. But of course, in my position I couldn't. I whimpered and whined instead.

My Master began to fuck my ass in earnest with this two fingers. The bumpy knuckles grinding inside me. He pushed and twisted his palm hard against my pussy, then replaced his palm with his thumb, pushing it into my pussy while corkscrewing his fingers in and out of my ass, twisting and pumping them. Master rocked his right hand while he thumb fucked my pussy, each time giving my clit a slap. He worked is digits against each other. I wanted to cum so bad. My pussy was aching for relief. I was moaning, and whining and writhing and wiggling my ass against his fingers. Three now, he pushed a third one into my ass. He pulled them out, pushed them in, pulled and pushed and pulled and pushed. The burning from being stretched by my Master's thick fingers was subsiding. The burning of my ass, being replaced by the burning desire to cum. My body cried out for relief. He tweaked his wrist, his thumb pressing towards the front of my body. Pressing against my special spot right there. Pressing, and pulling back, and pressing again.

My Master's thumb stimulating my g spot, his fingers were slapping against my clit, not hard, but just enough. He had three fingers of his left hand buried deep in my ass. Fucking my ass with his fingers. Fucking my pussy with his thumb. Slapping my clit with his other fingers. My mind reeled. I could not think of where I was. Sweat poured down my body. I could feel it tickling my throat, dripping trails down my side from under my breasts. My breathing ragged. I closed my eyes. Trying desperately to wait for permission to cum, if he was going to give  permission.

"You can cum, my slut."

No more needed to be said. No more needed to be done. Immediately the floodgates opened. My passion, my desire, my love for him, my release poured from me in waves and gushes. My ass and pussy clenched and released around his fingers. My hips bucked and thrashed against his hands. I screamed, not just cried out, not just moaned, I screamed as I came. I screamed, and I cried. I cried again, for the sorrow I felt, that I had done something where my Master felt the need to punish me. Then, he stopped. He stopped is movements, and held his fingers and thumb inside me while my orgasm calmed and subsided. Slowly he pulled his digits from inside my body. He unshackled my legs first. Slowly lowering them. Rubbing them as he did, letting the blood and feeling come back to them gradually. Then attended my wrists and neck, finally allowing me movement. He took my in his arms, and held me.

I reached to my face, wiping the dried, and drying tears from it, "Thank you, Master" I whispered.

"All is well."

(( as always, comments and criticisms are MORE than welcome :) ))

My F'ing AWESOME Master

My Master approached his girl. Placing his hand under my chin, he lifted my head, pointing my face towards his. He took a step closer to me. And another...until our bodies were pressed against one another. Master moved his hand over my shoulder and around my neck, grabbing it, and pulling me to him hard. His lips smashed against mine, his mouth working the kiss. My tits pressed and flattened against his chest. I practically melted in his embrace. I could feel the heat of his breath, coming from his nose, on my cheek. Master's hands began roaming. Touching my body. Down my back, over my ass. His other hand, groping and kneading my breast. My loins lit on fire. Just being around Master, makes me feel like like a bitch in heat. A slutty whore who's only thought is having him inside me. Inside me anywhere. My mouth, my pussy, my ass. I thought of that feeling, and got even more wet than I already was.

His hand came up my back, returning to my neck for just a moment. He traced his fingers around his collar, the one I wear. The shiny, stainless steel collar that has no clasps, no locks, no buckles, no hinges. It is smooth, and unbroken. It is welded onto my neck. It doesn't have to be. I would never remove his collar. But having it secured onto me so permanently, makes me feel secure, and safe. Knowing that he cannot remove it on a whim either. We are bound together by his collar, the one that I wear.

He pulled back from the kiss. I whimpered and stretched my neck. Not wanting it to end. Wanting more. Needing more of him. His hands, roaming over my body, slid up my sides. Tickling my ribcage. He grasped the bottom of my tight top, and with one, fast and smooth movement, yanked it up, and over my head. I yelped and giggled at the sudden nakedness I felt. The cool air of the room brushing the naked skin of my tits, still bouncing a little from the removal of my top. My nipples here already hard from my Master's passionate kiss, and his roaming, groping hands, reducing me to little more than his plaything. Reducing...or, more appropriately, elevating me to his plaything. An object, whose sole purpose is his pleasure and satisfaction.

He tossed the shirt, not caring where it landed, and returned his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. He reached behind my head, and grabbed a handful of hair. Grabbed it, and held it, like he was never going to let it go. My knees turned to jello and buckled. I wasn't scared of falling, knowing that my Master had me in his arms, and would support me, as he always does, as he always has, in more ways that just physically. His other hand worked its way to the front of my Daisy Duke style jean shorts. Unbuttoning and unzipping them, he opened the front of them wide, and reached his hand down the front, squeezing between my tight jeans and my body. Wasn't wearing any panties. I don't normally. He likes it that way. Panties just tend to get in the way of his wants and needs. He touched me, briefly, but enough to send a shudder through my entire body. My pussy ached for him. Cried out for his touch. Practically SCREAMED for his attention. He rolled my shorts down, over my ass, and let them fall to the floor around my ankles.

I stepped my left foot out of my shorts, and kicked them off with my right foot, sending the shorts sailing through the air, hitting the half-full coffee cup on the counter causing it to tip, spin, and finally fall off the counter, exploding to hundreds of pieces when it hit the ground. I kiss him harder. My hand cupping the back of his head, pulling me closer to him. Like I'm trying to push our lips so close together they become one, melded together. Completely naked, I press my body even closer to my Masters. I raise my left leg and hook my heel around his ass, pressing my body even closer to his. Though, the phrase 'my body' seems oddly incorrect. The fact is, it is just as much, if not more so, his body, as it is mine. His body to command, to do with as he pleases. To hold, to whip, to pinch, to punish. His to use, to fuck, or to pleasure.

I felt my Master's hands grab my ass firmly and, not breaking our kiss, he lifted me from the floor. Both of my arms shot around his neck. My ankles locked together behind his back. My tits, smashed onto his chest. I moaned deep, long and loud into his mouth. The feeling of my thighs so tight against his clothes. His large, strong hands holding my ass. Each step he took send shudders through my body, causing my pussy to spasm. I was leaking, wetting his shirt with my juices. He sat in the La-Z-Boy, and flipped me around, so my back was to him. I settled my ass down into his lap, wiggling it into just the right spot, and leaned back across his chest.

Master bent forward, taking hold of the underside of my thighs, just above my knees, and lifted my legs up, and to the sides, draping them over the arms of the chair. My pussy spread, the lips parted, and I could feel my wetness when the air contacted me. I moaned and leaned my head back, onto my Master's shoulder. He traced the contours of my body, moving his hands between my legs, brushing against my lips, drawing up my thighs, along the sides of my stomach. My Master's hands cupped my breasts, lifted them on their ascent, then released them to let them fall back to their normal position. His touch, was like tiny bolts of electricity. Each movement sparking and sending tingling sensations through my skin, up my spine, and directly to the pleasure center of my brain. His hands - large, strong, and hard - ran up my flesh. Touching every inch of it, caressing it, loving it. His hands reached my arm pits, and curved with them, down the length of my arms to my own small, slender fingers. Gently he took my hands and lifting my arms, guided them over and behind his head.

I let my arms drop over his shoulders. I leaned back farther, my head lolling back against his neck. I turned my face towards him, and began dotting his neck and jaw with small kisses. Using my tongue to brush against his skin with each kiss. I raised my left arm, and tickled the hair at the bottom of his scalp with my fingers. My Master's hands began their journey back down my body. His fingers dancing along my skin. With my arms raised up over his head, my breasts were pushed up and out. He let his fingers dance around the dark circles surrounding my nipples. Doing their impression of Fred Astair and Gene Kelley as they moved and glided and brushed my areola. Once in a while, one of my Master's fingers would bump into one of my hardened nipples -whether on purpose or accident, I didn't know, and quite frankly, didn't care. Each brush or bump sent more electricity through me. Licking my lips, I moaned a long, low moan. I squirmed in his lap. I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it anymore than someone could help brushing away ants that were crawling on your skin. My nerves were a jumble of signals. My toes flexed and relaxed. My pussy leaking more, twitching...aching for attention.

I felt his left hand leave my body, and heard it fumbling for something on the table beside the chair, then his other hand left my body. It was a noticeable void on my flesh. Still I writhed there in his lap, my fingers tickling his hair, my naked body, squirming against him. I didn't know what he was doing, and I didn't care either. I was busy wetting his neck with my lips and tongue, not paying attention to what he was doing. Suddenly my body tensed when Master placed his hand on my pussy, covering my mound with cool - almost cold - lube. He worked it into my body. The lube creating a layer of silkiness that let his fingers and hand glide easily over my clit and pussy. The gel warmed rapidly, thanks to my Master's moving hands, and the heat in my own body he was causing to rise. I felt his breath on my neck, deep breaths, as if me was breathing in my essence. My body tingled from head to foot. His hands roamed around my pelvis and thighs. The lube covering my skin, my pussy was busy clenching, pushing out the moisture it was generating. I gasped and sucked in a deep breath when he worked his finger between my lips, opening my body to him.

I was fighting. Fighting hard not to cum. When he moved his arm around my waist, cupping my breast softly, I almost lost the battle. I bit my bottom lip and whined. I wanted to cum. Wanted to cum in the worst possible way, but I knew he was not ready for me to cum yet, he had not given me permission to cum. I felt his lips on my collar bone, while his finger found my clit, running up and down the entire length of it. Causing me to whimper, and my clit to twitch, like it was trying to reach out for his touch. He took my nipple between his fingers, pinching it, but not hard, not like he normally does, but lightly, I could feel the tension in his fingers. I could feel that he was holding back. That he both wanted to pinch my nipple, and pinch it hard, but at the same time, he didn't want to.

My Master changed the angle of his attention to my clit. Rubbing it more from the side now. My body was trembling. My breath was broken and ragged. I couldn't think, only feel. I fought and fought my body's want...my body's NEED for release. I wanted so bad to roll my hips up, pressing my clit onto his finger, but I knew that is not what he wanted. I wanted, more than anything at that moment, him to enter me. I so wanted to take out his cock, and straddle him, and ride him to completion. But I couldn't. That wasn't his goal tonight. That isn't what he wanted, and his wants are always first and foremost. His desires are always at the forefront of my mind, are always my primary concern. Master lessened the pressure on my clit. Not removing his finger, but just rubbing the sensitive tip of it. My legs trembled. My insides were quivering with excitement and desire.

Master kissed up my neck, close to my ear, he exhaled, the war breath caressing my naked skin causing goose-bumps to run down my body. His finger was moving rapidly across the tip of my clit. He was barely touching it, the lube allowing him to glide so easily, to...teasingly across it. My insides leapt when his tongue contacted my earlobe. The soft, warm wetness against that sensitive part of my nobody. Then his lips closed around it. He pulled on my earlobe ever so gently with his lips. Closing his lips around my earlobe, he murmured, sending vibrations into my body, through my ear. Then, suddenly, his light, almost nonexistent massaging of my clit stopped. A chill went through my body, causing me to quiver. He let go of my earlobe, and moved his attention to my outer ear. His breath, hot on my skin. Feeling the huff and puff of his heavy and hard, almost uncontrolled breathing. He traces the back of my ear, and the finger, the one just barely touching the tip of my clit, begins to glide again, aided by the lube, allowing it to brush over and across my clit silkily, without actually moving it.

My nerves were on fire. Each on twitching and tingling, like a person who had given up smoking two days ago and was really jonesing for a cigarette, my spine had that feeling just below the neck. That feeling of being a mass of jumbled nerves. Like if you'd look beneath the skin you'd see something similar to what a baseball looks like without it's covering, except they would all be wriggling and firing little electrical sparks at one another. I whined. I whimpered. They sounded pleading. I wanted to cum. I NEEDED to cum, but he wasn't ready yet. He didn't want me to yet. He hadn't given me permission. I bit hard on my bottom lip. It took every ounce of will I had to sit as still as I could, and not cum.

His breath was hot and heavy against my ear "Cum, love" he whispered. Hearing the words, I screamed out, letting go of my will, letting go of my containment, letting go of everything, my body bucked and rocked, and writhed. I cried out to my Master, cried out in a loud, nearly primal sounding wail. His hand continued to rub my clit. His breath hot on my neck. His other hand, firmly grasping my nipple and breast. I kept cumming.After the most powerful of my body wracks died down, my Master turned me in his lap, laying my head on his large chest. His arm around my back, just below my shoulders. He other arm scooped under my knees. He stood, holding me cradled in his arms, tightly, securely, like he was trying to make himself Fort Knox for me. I barely realized what was happening. My orgasm still continued. I couldn't stop. I just kept cumming. It was not the hardest or most intense orgasm I've ever had, but it was a good long one. It seemed to last for hours, but I'm certain it was only a matter of minutes. My Master walked across the house, and up the stairs. Carrying me, still gasping, and shuddering. My orgasm began to subside as he started up the stairs. By the time he laid me on the bed, I was calmed down, my breathing almost back to normal. My pussy, a glazed mess of lube and cum.

I laid, dreamily, on the bed, and felt my Master cover me with the covers, and the climb in next to me. Spooning me. His naked flesh against my own. Our bodies, tangled together. The heat combined heat quickly overcame the slight chill in the air. I felt my Master's heartbeat, strong against my back. His breath, warm against my neck. Soon, his breathing slowed, and steadied, he breathed the deep, rhythmic breathing of sleep. My own breathing slowed to match his, and I drifted peacefully off to sleep.

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Glorious Morning

When I woke up, my Master was gone. He'd left early. I wasn't sure where he was. He doesn't tell me these things normally. Master's business, is his business, and it is not my place to inquire. He is not an overly secretive man. He doesn't hide things (as far as I know), and I'm certain that if I were to ask him, he would come right out and tell me were he was, and what he was doing. I don't ask, because, as I said, I don't believe it is a slave's place to nag her Master about where he goes, and what he does. I got up, and dressed in my favorite red silks. I like the way the feel swishing around my legs and arms. I like the deep red color, it brings out the reddish tan in my skin.

The phone rang, I knew who it was on the other end. I always know when it is him calling. "Good Morning Master" I said, smiling as I picked up the phone.

"Morning," he said, "You're going to be home for awhile?" He added.

"Don't mind about me, Master, I have plenty of tasks to do. A couple of hours before I'll need to go out".

"K...I'm at the Mansion" he offered.

"Don't let me interrupt you Master," was my response. 

The 'Mansion' is a rather insidious place. Their employees scour the globe for the most beautiful of girls, then take them from wherever they are, and bring them to the Mansion. There ,the girls are forced into prostitution. Sex slaves if you will. Not slaves in the sense that I am a slave. Nor in the sense of what most people think of when thinking of slavery. These are used purely for sex. Their one function, is to fuck and suck whoever, and whatever is put before them. I knew my Master was probably having  good time. He usually did when he visited his friends at the Mansion.

I went about my chores as normal. Windows (gawd I HATE doing windows), floor counters. Regular cleaning and straightening up. I'd been thinking, the whole time I was working, about my Master, getting his funk on with one of the girls at the Mansion. The thought had gotten me quite excited. I could imagine my Master coming home, with his cock smelling of fresh sex, and glazed with the girl's juices. I have to admit, to taking  few minutes every now and then during my chores, to touch myself a little, thinking about that.  I was just finishing the floors when I heard my Master's keys in the door. I quickly put the mop and bucket away, and trotted to the front door, so that I would be kneeling, my knees apart, when he entered the house.

"Have a good time Master?" I asked.

"Had a blast." He answered.

"Get laid?"

"Nah, thought about one, but decided against it. I'm tired. Been up most of the night. I'm going to bed."

"Aww, that's too bad Master. I was hoping you'd have fucked some girl, then I could clean the skank's pussy juices from your cock with my tongue."

"I'm awake now!" he piped up, his eyes widening at my half-teasing suggestion. "Open your legs sweety, let me see how wet you're getting."

I slid my knees along the floor a little wider apart, gathering the front panel of my silks,and laying it across my thigh so my Master could get a good look at just how wet he makes me. I watched him look at my moist labia glistening in the light. As I did, he grabbed my nipple between his fore and middle fingers, clenching them in a tight fist, causing my nipple to cry out in instant pain, which caused my pussy to twitch. Using my nipple, he pulled me to my feet. He placed his other hand on my throat. I trembled slightly, a little scared. I didn't know what he was planning. My nipple screamed with pain, my Master's hand was closing around my throat. He moved his hand up my throat, causing my mouth to produce plenty of saliva. I locked my hands behind my back, causing my breasts to push forward, making certain they were available to him, for whatever purpose he had in mind.

"Such a wonderful creature you are, mine. Completely elegant at times, in your sluttiness, and love for cumming." He said as he twisted his wrist, the one attached to the hand, that was attached to the knuckles which had my nipple clamped between them like a vice. I winced. The pain was completely bearable, and completely pleasurable at the same time, but it was still pain.

"I only love to cum for you, Master." I said, my voice a throaty whisper with his hand around my neck.

Reaching the top of my throat, he moved to of his large, meaty fingers to my lips. Instinctively (or through proper training, I'm not quite sure which), I opened my mouth to them. I could feel my pussy oozing. I was wet, and ready for whatever he had in store. Hell, just having him in the same room with me makes me wet and ready for him. His presence, the sound of his breath, his smell. The way his clothes sound whenever he moves. All of it. My Master pushed two of his fingers into my mouth, and pressed them on my tongue. "Is that so?" he asked, moving his fingers back and forth along my tongue.

He let loose of my nipple to a fresh wave of pain as the blood rushed back to the afflicted area. His hand went directly to my pussy, his fingers spreading my lips. Goose pimples raised on my thighs as the cool air touched the wet insides of my labia.

"I asked you a question cunt!" he snapped, pushing his two fingers deeper into my mouth, heading towards my throat.

"Mmmhh hhmmmm" I mumble around the fingers that were fucking my mouth.

"Good girl" he replied, moving his finger to just barely touching my clit. I closed my eyes to hold back the tears. Not tears of pain or sorrow mind you, but tears caused by the humiliation of utter usage. "Weeelll, cum" he commanded as I involuntarily pushed my pelvis forward, trapping my clit between my body and his finger, the sensation sending shock-waves of pleasure throughout my entire body.

He shoved his fingers deeper into my mouth, then forced a third finger into my mouth. My mouth, now full with his thick fingers, my lips stretching, feeling that sting at the corners of my mouth from being opened farther than my body had intended it to be opened on a normal basis. I fought the urge to gag while his three digits fucked my mouth. "I didn't' say you could move! Only that you could cum" he said harshly, as if he was on the verge of losing his patience with me. I came. I bucked twice when I did. I couldn't help it. Each time, his fingers driving deeper into my throat.

He removed his fingers from my throat, and clasped his hand around my throat hard and fast. The wet fingers stinging and making a 'slap' sound as they contacted my skin. "That little orgasm isn't going to satisfy me cum slut. Get moving, cum again...NOW!" he commanded.

"Yes Maste..." my words were cut short when his hand tightened around my throat, his fingers and thumb pressing into my jugular. My Master's other hand was moving furiously fast over my clit. Almost like a vibrator. I was shaking and running out of breath rapidly.

Fear rose in me. Not mortal fear. I trust my Master utterly and completely. I know he would never damage me. But you're mind races in a situation like that. Like watching a scary movie. You know it is only a movie, but you get scared anyway. You know that Norman isn't going to get you in the shower, that the vampire can't really hurt you. That the killer clown and the giant spider are just pixels on your television screen. But that doesn't stop from experiencing the fear. Knowing you are safe, at home, in your living room, relaxing in your boyfriend's arms, eating popcorn and drinking soda pop doesn't stop your palms from sweating, or your heart from racing. Tears began to well into my eyes. My heart was pounding in my chest, I could feel the blood pulsing strong and fast through the vessels in the throat that he had clamped his hand around, squeezing.

As I drew near to another orgasm, he removed his finger from my clit, and began swatting my pussy with his open hand. Not real hard, but hard enough to sting a little, and hard enough that I hear the wet 'smacking' sound made by each strike. "SLUT!" he almost yelled, "pay attention, you cum for me or not. I'm tired, and here you are, making me work for it!"

"fuu-uu-uU-UU-UUUCK MASTER!!" I screamed as I came, my juices gushing from my pussy.

"Ahhh" he said, removing his hand from my throat, leaving his other hand holding my mound, allowing my juices to coat it liberally.

When he finally removed his hand from my mound. I knelt before him, taking his wetted hand in my own, I began to lick and clean my juices from it with my tongue, lips and mouth. "You like that skank's cum and juices?" he asked. I was shocked..a little, that he basically called me a skank. Not that I mind being called a skank, heaven knows I've been called (and admitted to being) much worse. What went through my mind at that point was that my Master is too good of a man, too good of a person, too good of a Master, to own a skank.

"Yes Master" I said, pulling my lips from around his fingers, "I do like your skank's cum and juices" I said, before returning to my cleaning of his hand.

"Be careful who you call a skank, little one." He used the phrase 'little one', that meant that I'd done wrong. He uses that when lessons are to be taught. I'm not particularly fond of it, and thankfully, don't have to hear it much. It means I've displeased him. Not much, but even displeasing him a little, is way more than I want. "They may not be your calibre at times. But usually they will stay still."  With that, he turned, went up the stairs, and got into  bed.

 

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Master's Homecoming

My Master had been gone for over a half a week. On his business trip (that's what he called them anyway, but you all know I'm not fool, he was out hunting other sluts to bring home). I knew when he came home, he'd be tired, and cranky from the long drive, and, of course, horny as hell. I laid there in bed, playing with myself, getting my self all warmed up and dripping wet, ready for his use when he walked into the bedroom...just the way he likes it. I knew he'd be home any minute.

As I touched myself, my mind drifted back to the last time I'd seen him, about four whole days ago. The last time he took me. He'd taken me orally that night, forcefully and brutally. He'd grabbed my hair, and shoved his cock into my mouth and skull fucked me, finally driving his cock right into my throat and spilling his seed directly into my esophagus, bypassing my mouth all together. The only downside, is that I didn't get to taste his cum, to feel it filling my mouth, coating it with it's thick gooeyness.  I had to stop masturbating, I was going to cum getting all worked up over thinking about that - and Master has forbidden me to cum without him.

When I heard the key in the door is when the idea came to me. He turned the knob, and opened the door, the sound of his heavy boots stepping into the foyer echoing up the stairs and into the bedroom. Quickly I jumped out of bed and smoothed the covers. I did a quick inspection of the bed, to make certain I hadn't left any wet spots on it from my 'prep' work, then hit the floor, and rolled under the bed just as he yelled "I'M HOME" in his gruff, I-need-a-good-fucking-really-bad voice. I giggled a little, hiding under the bed, hoping the sound didn't travel. I heard him say something under his breath when he wasn't met with a response of any kind, then his foots stomping up the stairs.

He was not in a good mood. The hunting trip must not have only not been successful, but he probably didn't get any good prospects for the next one either. A double negative like that always puts him in the worst of moods.

"SLUT!" he bellowed as he stomped into the room, "where the FUCK are you?" No reply. I was banking on the 18 hour drive, and the fact that it was quite a bit past midnight already, on making him too tired to go looking for me anywhere.

"Fucking slut, I'm too tired to track her down tonight," he grumbled, taking off his shirt and undoing his belt, "but tomorrow, she's going to pay dearly for this." He was speaking (he thought) to the empty room as he kicked off his boots, one tumbling under the bed and nearly hitting me in the head, and removed his trousers. His grumbling was softer now, but no less threatening. Grumbling about being tired, and alone, and hard, and tired, and unappreciated, and so fucking hard and nothing her to stick his cock into for relief. He grumbled as he pulled down the covers, and slipped into bed, naked as usual.

I didn't have to wait long. Maybe 3 minutes, could have been as much as 5, but certainly no more than that, before I heard the deep, slow steady rhythm of a man deep in sleep. Covering my mouth with my hand to stifle my giggles, I rolled out from under the bed. The silks I wear for him wisped softly against my legs as I stood, I looked at the sleeping figure of my Master. 'Good' I thought, he was sleeping on his back, his cock, not quite flaccid, presenting a distinct outline under the covers.

I stood there for several minutes, just watching him sleep, and smiling at his beautifully handsome body, the covers here gathered around his belly, showing off the bull and ram tattoos that adorned each of his pecs. As I watched him, I felt such a feeling of gratitude come over me, I nearly started to cry. I am so grateful that I belong to him. Grateful that he took me to be his. That he puts up with all my antics. With the myriad of things I do that cause him disappointments, yet still he is there. I am his.

I began to pull the covers down, every so slowly, I didn't want him to wake up, at least, not until his cock was in some part of my body. I paused a second when he shifted in his sleep, then began again, pulling the covers and sheets down until they were crumpled around his knees. Slowly, and gingerly, I crawled onto the bed and kneeled next to him - pausing anytime I thought I moved the bed too much - until I was close enough. I reached out my hand and lifted his cock. I lifted it as I lowered my head, pursing my lips I tenderly kissed the head, then down the shaft, showering his cock with light, wet, little kisses.

I licked the palm of my hand, getting it good and wet with my saliva, wrapped my slender fingers around his meat, and began to stroke it, placing my lips around the head, suckling and tonguing it. I was being very careful to lean over him. My hair pulled back and braided, the only parts of my body touching him were my hand and my lips on his cock. I opened my eyes and glanced towards his face. His visage before had been a dour scour, but through which now broke a trace of a smile.

I moved my mouth farther down his shaft, feeling his cock grow in my mouth, wondering if I could make him cum without even waking him up. I opened my mouth wide, careful to avoid my teeth touching his wonderfully magnificent man meat, and took him deep into my throat, just as he'd taught me. As I run my tongue along the underside of his pole, I feel it twitch and become warmer, thicker, longer, harder. I feel his cock begin to fill my mouth with that oh so sweet and familiar and wonderful flesh. I pull my mouth up his shaft, sucking as I do, my cheeks hollow, my lips clamped around my Master's cock, creating a vacuum like seal.

I take a deep breath, and move my mouth back down my Master's growing, hardening shaft. I felt my pussy twitch and leak a little juice which trailed down my inner thigh when he let out a mumbled, sleepy groan. Pleasing my Master with my mouth always gets me going. I could easily cum, just by feeling him empty his seed in my mouth. A gift he gives me that cannot be matched by anything that could be bought or made. I continued down his shaft, my tongue pressing against the cum tube along the underside.

I moved my face up and down his cock like this, until I feel him fully hardened, then I swallowed his entire shaft, the head pressing against the opening of my throat. I want to cough and sputter, but don't want to wake him up, not yet anyway, and manage to resist. With his head at the entrance to my throat, I began to swallow deep and rapidly, massaging the head of his cock with my throat. Spit drooled from my lips, and trailed down his balls.

I breathed deep through my nose, relaxed my throat, and pushed my face father onto my Master's cock, the head pushed into my throat, sealing it with it's size. I held myself there, swallowing continuously, until I couldn't hold my breath any longer. I coughed and sputtered as I pulled my face back - I couldn't help it this time - spraying my Master's balls with a mixture of spit and precum. I paused, glanced toward his face again, seeing the smile much wider now, certain he did not awaken, I swallowed his cock again.

I moved my free hand to caress his spit moistened balls, and smeared the liquid around them, tickling them with my fingernails, as I moved my head farther down again, lodging his cock in my throat. I held my head there, moving my fingers over his balls, but almost not touching them, like wisps of air moving around them. Slowly, with my lips pressed tight against my Master's flesh, I begin to pull my mouth back up his shaft. My tongue was pressed as tight as I could get it on the underside of his cock. I paused at the top, sucking and flick my tongue across that sensitive spot just beneath the head.

I pulled my mouth from his cock slowly, like a tight glove, my lips closed around the tip as they came off of him. Using both hands, I began to rub them down Master's glorious cock, from the tip, to the base. First my right hand, closing it around his head, and dragging the mixture of spit and precum down the shaft, then the left hand, one after the other. I turned, to wipe the spit and pre from my mouth on my shoulder, and gazed at my Master's face. He didn't look angry any longer, but rather, he looked like he was having a pretty damned good dream.

Once again, I opened my mouth, and threw my head down onto his thick, fleshy pole, devouring my Master's cock, forcing myself to take it all the way into my throat. I moaned and trilled my throat around his head. I help myself there until I simply could not hold my breath any longer, and pulled me lips up and off his cock. Breathing deep breaths, I looked down at my peacefully sleeping Master. Slowly, I shifted my position on the bed, careful to try and not jostle the mattress such that it would wake him up. Facing my Master, I place my legs on either side of him, straddling him. I'm standing on my feet, not on my knees, I wrap my hand around his cock. The only thing touching him now, is my hand. I lower my pelvis, my hand holding his cock steady, and guiding it as I lower my pussy onto his cock.

Being plenty wet already from getting myself 'warmed up' before Master returned home, not to mention the amount of excitement I achieve from having his wonderful cock in my mouth, my pussy glided easily around his cock, enveloping it completely. I squatted there for a moment, the only part of my touching my Master, was my warm, wet pussy covering this hard, meaty cock. I wondered if he was right now having a dream about being fucked by a ghost.

I began to slowly move my hips up and down his cock, not taking it all the way it for fear of waking him, but just the first few inches. I grabbed the underside of my thighs, to help support and steady me.  I didn't want to wake him by falling over on him. My legs began to burn from the unusual position. But I didn't care about that. I did not care about anything but what I imagined my Master must be feeling. I began to hump a little lower on his cock, my ass just brushing the hairs on his legs. I licked my lips, and willed myself not to moan. Droplets of sweat began to appear on my forehead, my breathing was heavy and almost panting.

I slowed my movements, and finally lifted my pussy from his cock. Looking down at it, glistening with the wetness of my spit, his pre, and my own juices, I took hold of it, and massaged it while I adjusted my position on the bed again. I turned my back to my Master's face, kneeling on either side of him, I was by now, beginning to care little if he woke up. Kneeling there, I moved my hand between my legs, pushing two fingers into my cunt, getting them good and wet. Then, I moved it further back, to my ass, and inserted my two wet fingers into my ass, moaning, I moved them around and used my pussy juice to lube my hole. Holding his cock steady, I guided my ass down to it. His cock head just brushing...tickling... my anus. I sat back, swallowing a grunt as I sit my weight onto his cock, my ass opening only slightly reluctantly for him.

Moving my hips back and forth, the ring around my ass was stinging from the stretch, I pushed my ass farther down my Master's magnificent cock, taking it all in, my ass cheeks resting on his pubes. I couldn't help myself, I reached between my legs, and began to play with my pussy. Inserting two fingers into it. I moaned so loud, Master rustled in the bed, but I didn't care anymore if he woke up. In fact, the thought of him waking up, with this cock in my ass, just got me more excited. I placed my free hand on his knee, supporting my self as my ass rode his thick cock. My fingers hooked and moving in and out of my pussy, I dug my fingernails into the flesh around his knee, he rustled more, and groaned.

"Wha?...huh?" His words were slurred and a little groggy, but it didn't take him long to realize what was happening. It took him even less time to fully wake up and take matters into his own hands so to speak. He grabbed my hips with this strong hands, just above my hip bones, and held me tightly as he began to push me up, and pull me back down on his rock hard throbbing cock. "Ah, FUCK..YEAH.. MINE!" he exclaimed as he moved his hips in rhythm with the pulling and pushing he was doing to my body.

Then, he thrust his hips up, yanked my body down hard onto his massive pole, and held us there, my fingers still working my pussy and clit, I came hard and long. "GRRRAAWWW" He screamed out as I felt his cock throb inside my tight ass, spraying my bowels with the precious gift of his seed.

Panting, dizzy and out of breath, I collapsed forward, onto his legs, his cock still lodged in my ass.

 

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Full Circle (and then some)

I happen to have a nun's outfit (shocking, I know!). Robes, scapular, habit, the whole nine yards. I wear it sometimes just for kicks. Sometimes because when I do wear it, the stinking cock-walking n00bs tend to leave me alone, and sometimes I wear it to see what kind of reaction I'll get. I wear it places like Gotham Island or the Dark Den, just to see what people will say. One day, I landed at the Dark Den wearing my nun's outfit. I'd been off-and-on frequenting the place since before the sandstorm which turned the place into little more than a desert (which was before the rainstorms, which transformed the land into a tropical paradise - strange things happen in the Bermuda Triangle).

Sadly, I received little reaction at all. The slave girls there, as well as staff and visitors paid no attention whatsoever to my outfit. Or, if they did, they kept their opinions to themselves. But while I was there, I noticed a man sitting on a ledge, at the top of a ramp with a rather stunning girl at his side. While I had never met the man, I knew who he was. See,  I have a very good friend who is a house slave at the Dark Den. I've known her since her first day in SL, and we've become quite close friends. Some months ago she was having a rather hard time. This and that happened, which she was not expecting, and it kinda messed with her emotions for awhile. This man, Mr. C I'll call him, was like a constant in her life there. He was always willing to talk to her, not about her problem, she didn't share that with anybody there (she should have, she would have gotten over her road bump much quicker if she had, but she is not much of an emotional sharer). But, he always talked kindly to her, treated with a certain degree of respect, like she was important to him and to the Dark Den, which always made her feel good.

So I decided to talk to this man, to thank him for  helping my friend. I made my way across the sandy ground, and up the ramp.

"They tell me you are Mr. C" I said "am I interrupting anything?" I asked him, and smiled at his slave sitting near him "Hello child" I greeted.

"How can I help you sister?" He asked.

"I only wanted to say thank you." I was smiling, my voice calm and soft, and full of blessing and peace. "A good friend of mine has been having some problems, and she told me you were very kind to her. And, I wanted to express my thanks for that." I explained.

His eyes seemed to light with a spark at my gratitude, a trace of a smile on his lips, "Should I ask who this friend of your was?...or, 'is' I should say."

I smiled apologetically "I am afraid I cannot divulge that....it came up in a confidential discussion."

"I completely understand," he assured me nodding.

"Not quite as sacred as the confessional, but I hold it in the same like, even if the Church does not." I continued.

"Would you like to have a seat?" he asked, motioning to the ground next to him.

I was rather warm, in my black robes, scapular and habit, in the desert, the sun baking me in the outfit, "Thank you, perhaps I can rest awhile...but I did not run off your friend did I? I would hate to interfere with your business," I said, noticing his girl had walked off.

"No hun, she was leaving." He said. My eyebrow raised and I looked at him askance as he used the term 'hun', but decided to say nothing at the time.

"Very well." I said, smiling my peaceful, smile again as I lowered myself to sit on the ledge with him. "I have to admit though, after my friend speaking of your kindness..." I paused for effect, "your appearance shocks me a little" He smiled, I could almost see a chuckle caught in his throat. I went on "you do not look like a man that would behave in such a manner." I said, still smiling the peaceful smile, and drawing my gaze to the bow strung across his back.

I should point out here, that Mr. C is an imposing figure. He is tall and thick. His skin bronzed, his hair spiked. He stands, with his fists clenching and un-clenching, like he's ready to clock the next person that looks at him sideways. His eyebrows point up, and he sports a goatee. Across his back, is a tattoo  of some demon, or dragon, or demon/dragon/goat/ram thing. On his chest, two tattoos, one on each pec. One a ram, the other a bull. Both facing each other, in the form of being ready to charge, or to fight. To put it bluntly, the man is foreboding in appearance.

"Looks can be deceiving sister"

"True, one cannot judge a book by it's cover, or else the 'Good Book', with it's plain and simple cover, would never be read."

He looked me up and down. Not ogling really, but with a curiousness. "Would it be rude of me to ask about your clothing?"

"It is hot in this climate," I offered, "but we suffer what we must, I am certain you understand." This time he chuckled out loud, bordering on a real laugh.

"That was not exactly my question...."

"I am curious Mr. C," I went on, cutting him off and ignoring his question as to my clothes completely, "who tends to the spiritual wellness of your flock here?"

He sucked in a breath "Well, for one, it is not my flock." he said.

I bowed my head asking his pardon "My pardon...I assumed....but assumptions, I know are usually wrong." I said.

"For two," he continued, "I would have to say I do my best to take care of their well being. Their spiritual life, I do not dabble in."

I pondered his response for a moment before going on "But still, someone must be available to absolve the sins of these girls, would you not agree?"

"Purge, I think, might fit better as a word I think sister"

"Or I should say 'should be available', and yes, penance must be an ordeal...if it is to mean anything."

"Well sister," he said sucking air through his teeth, "I will have to say that you might be heading into areas of politics there. Something I try my daa...hardest to stay away from." It was my turn to chuckle, watching him catch himself at his words. "You'd have to talk to the Mistress of the house about that, but she is away on an extended break for the time being."

"Yes," I added with a somewhat distant look in my eyes "not much better than a good flogging to really purge those sins" I said grinning.

"Well sister, you are confusing the hell out of me, but in a good way."

"Ignorance is bliss child."

"I've been thinking about my own collar, a nice high white stiff one." he said.

"Oh?" I replied, surprised that man who lives and moves through places such as this would consider a life of celibacy.

"There are plenty here with a priest fantasy. I don't fully understand it, but hey, I can't knock it either." He replied. I nodded, realizing he was talking about just a costume, and not taking the vows.

"My friend told me a priest came here one day. That he wanted to learn the art of love making, because he had fallen in love with a nun."

"Interesting"

"Sadly, it was not me" I said out loud (quite my mistake, I assure you).

"Hope he found what he was looking for. Maybe...."

"She said he left with with a confused, yet gleeful look up on his visage."

He laughed, a full out laugh this time "Your fun sister!" He said, smiling a toothy smile.

I smiled back, chuckling a little "That's me, Sister Fun with the Sisters of Service Under Correct Knowledge." He laughed. And not some wimpy courtesy laugh either, a deep raucous belly laugh. Laughed so hard he leaned to the side and nearly fell from the ledge. I grabbed his arm to help steady him, I didn't want him falling and getting a concussion.

"Sisters of SUCK, huh?" he managed after he gained a little composure, wiping a tear from laughing so hard. "Ooooh boy!" he started laughing again. "Man, I needed that laugh!"

"Don't feel ashamed of crying Mr. C," I reassured him, "even Jesus wept." I chuckled as I said it.

"Be careful with religious debates with me, " he warned.

"I am not debating anything with you, am I?" I inquired.

"I tend to be a little forward sister"

"Just two people chatting, and there is nothing wrong with being forward. On the whole, I find it much better to be forward, than backward"

"And now, I believe I get the hint of who you are thanking me for." He said out of the blue.

"Well, as long as I didn't tell you, and as long as you don't let her know that you know, I suppose I can't stop you from guessing."

"And as far as me helping out your lady friend, it was absolutely no trouble at all. She would have done the same for me had I called her for it."

"Ever the gentleman you seem to be Mr. C."

"Mostly, but not always. My emotions can run on high octane fuel at times."

"But, I can say that, I guess, because I am not one of the slave girls here."

"You would be wrong on that assumption sister."

"Which assumption would that be child?"

"I am, I strive, to be a gentleman to those equal, and who wish to be below me."

I patted his leg assuringly "That is good to hear Mr. C. A man of honor I see"

"Thank you" he said, and meant it. I could see that he was a man of honor, and that my acknowledging that fact, meant a great deal to him. Men of honor, you see, often are under appreciated. The very honor they exude, prevents them from every complaining about that little fact though.

"Well, I must be off. Take care Mr. C" I said, rising and brushing the sand from my robes. I made the sign of the Cross over Mr. C's head, and added in parting "And bless you child," I said smiling.

"It was very pleasant meeting you sister. Will this be your only stop in to say 'hi', or will be be talking again soon?"

"We may be talking again soon. I may have to make this part of my regular rounds. A den of sin it is after all." I turned, and walked back down the ramp, and out of the Den, not looking back.

And that, dear readers, is how I met the man who would one day, in the not too distant future, own this slut completely; body, heart, and soul.