HIS KEPT WOMAN: AT HIS SERVICE

What more can one man ask for in life?

A gorgeous woman wearing nothing but a blindfold and platform heels.

“Who do you belong to?”  I asked softly into her ear.

“You.”  She whispered back.  Her voice trembling.

“Only to me. That is right. And I will have ALL of you.”

I ran my other hand down her stomach to cup the warm wetness between her legs.

“There is still one price not paid, my little kitten.  I mean to take it… now.”

I heard her sharp intake of breath.

A price = a punishment.

She knew what I wanted.  She knew what the price was.

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With my voice in a whisper, I will let you squirm.

I’m going to tell you what I do to bad girls.

I will start by tying you to the bed.

I will blindfold you so you will not see what is coming.

When you have had time to think about what you have done, I will punish you.

You shall not speak during your punishment.

Your punishment will start with a feather.

I will run that feather over your entire body.

From your toes and feet.

Up to your calves and between your thighs.

To your stomach and teasing your breasts.

Down each arm and back up to your neck.

Around your ears and face.

When the feather is complete I will touch you, with my hands all over.

I will touch your face and arms, lightly.

My fingers will trace your stomach and outer thighs.

I will tease your calves and feet, paying extra attention to each toe.

I will return to your breasts.

Each nipple will be caressed, until they are flushed.

Then they will be teased, and pinched, until they are hard.

When they are hard they will be twisted and pulled, until they are tender.

I will flick and slap them, until they ache.

When they ache I will put clamps on them, to remind you they are mine.

Mine to flick, slap, twist, pull, pinch, tease and caress whenever I want.

And I want to, often.

Following your nipples my hands will find your pussy.

They will slide into your wetness and up and down your slit.

Gently and slowly at first.

Being careful not to let you cum, as aroused as you already will be.

I will tease and touch your clit.

Working up to a faster pace of fingering.

When one finger is not enough, I will give you a second.

When two are inadequate, I will give you a third.

Three fingers and my thumb on your clit.

When you start to tremble, and one hand is not enough, I will give you my second.

Gentleness will be replaced by urgency.

My fingers on your g-spot.

Pulling you upwards, almost lifting you off the bed.

My other hand pressing firmly on your pelvis and clit, pushing downwards.

When you start to thrash and beg me to stop, I will pin down your legs with mine.

Orgasm after orgasm of pleasure rippling through you.

Each more intense and furious than the last.

When I’m done, I will let you recover. 

I will explore your ass.

Your sweet virgin ass is mine.

Your eyes often beg me to take it.

You hate me for prolonging the desire.

I start at your asshole, my finger tracing its outline.

Using your juices I enter you, slowly pressing my finger in.

When I am fully in, I slide out.

Slowly.

Working up to a second finger.

Working up to a faster speed.

While I explore your hole, I caress your cheeks.

I part them for a better view.

I enjoy watching your ass swallow my fingers.

When you are ready, I will insert your plug.

With the blindfold on, you hope it is my cock as it enters you. But I am not that kind to bad girls.

With the plug firmly in place, I will grope and squeeze your cheeks.

Kneading them between my hands my gropes turn to slaps, and into a full spanking.

Bad girls deserve no less.

Next your punishment will progress to my mouth and tongue.

Again, they will explore you all over.

Each toe will be savored, your ankles and calves kissed.

I will spend extra time in that spot in the back of your knee, where your leg folds.

I will slowly, intentionally move upwards skipping your pussy and settling in your belly button.

My tongue will explore, tender kisses and licks on your stomach.

The line between your breasts to your neck where I will bite and suck on you.

Your ears as well, will be bitten, kissed, and sucked on.

I will kiss you.

Gently at first, our tongues will wrestle in each others mouth.

Your face will be flush from your recent pleasures, and the tears may already be drying from your recent pains. I will taste your lips as well as your tears.

I will tease your nipples with my mouth and tongue.

I will be careful not to let the clamps on your nipples release, unless they are being replaced by my teeth.

Even then, I will return the clamps when I am done biting you.

I will lick your clit.

The redness of your lips still fresh from my hands, and the nub still hard from my recent manipulations.

I will engulf your pussy lips, both outer and inner and taste you.

My tongue will explore your pussy hole.

Your sweet juices will flow again and I will drink them up.

I will beckon your moisture with my tongue until my thirst for you is quenched.

I will make you cum.

And again. I will make you cum until you can no longer stand my face between your legs.

The roughness of my unshaven face will hurt.

Your skin will be red from pleasure or the thousands of miniature needles of beard.

Next I will untie you, briefly.

Only to bring your head to the edge of the bed. I will give you my cock.

Do not try to lick it.

Do not try to kiss it.

Do not try to suck it.

For in this position, I will fuck your face.

There will be no tenderness. I will not let you feel loved.

I will be using you.

When my cock is entirely down your throat, and you are gagging, needing it out, I will choke you.

My hand will feel my cock as it slides in and out of your throat.

My balls will slap your forehead, your nose, your face, until your eyes tear.

I will not grace you with my cum.

When I have had enough of your mouth and throat, I will re-tie you to the bed.

I will use your pussy next.

My hands will choke you, or flick your nipples, or pull on your clamps.

I will fuck you.

It will be violent and hard.

I will make you hurt.

Your tight little pussy will be stretched.

When I want I will flip you so your face is down. I will continue to fuck your pussy.

I will push your head and face into the mattress.

I will pull your hair.

I will slap your ass.

I will use your plug against you.

I will twist it, I will remove it and press it back in.

I will thrust my cock in you.

When I am ready, I will cum on you.

Maybe your pussy, maybe your face.

Maybe between your tits.

Maybe on your ass.

I will not cum where you want me to.

I will cum where I want to.

Where it pleases me and when I am done with you.

And that…

That is what I do to bad girls.

I can tell from your lip-biting that you enjoy this thought.

I can tell from the wetness in your panties.

I can tell from the hardness of your nipples and your hands wringing in those ropes.

I can tell from the way you moved your head.

I can tell from the way you fidgeted as I was telling you how I treat bad girls.

Are you ready for your punishment now, my kitten?

Possibly Maybe (The Last Part)

Mon petit Vulcan

You're eruptions and disasters

I keep calm

Admiring your lava

I keep calm

She loves it when she feels the muscles in his legs tighten.

She loves it when he is rock hard and at her mercy.

And he breaks eye contact because he cannot stop his eyes from rolling back.

He lets out a hiss.

He growls her name.

She knows he was getting close.

She knows he is on fire.

And now she has a big decision to make…

Will she continue her relentless determination to make him cum in her mouth?

Will she withdraw to straddle him so she can ride him until he screams her name?

Or will she wait until she can feel his cock at the edge of glory and stop.

Yes, stop and deny him his release…

So she can begin this amazing torture all over again.

Possibly maybe

Probably love

Possibly maybe

Probably love

And it was just so easy for him to drape his arms around her like he owned her, but she knew it wasn't the case.

Yet she longs for it...

No, she pines for it...

But isn't longing and pining the same?

And as he slowly turned to face her and looked her in the eyes, she knew she was a goner.

Those eyes - his eyes - she could get lost in them and not find her way back.

And she tried to look away, but he didn't let her.

He cupped her chin with his other hand and just held her gaze.

And she wanted him...

No, she needed him...

But is wanting and needing the same?

Electric shocks?

I love them!

With you dozen a day

But after a while I wonder

Where's that love you promised me?

Where is it?

He grabbed her wrists, pulling them up over her head, and kissed her hard on the lips.

His free hand slipped south, tracing over the slight swell of her stomach before finding that warmth between her legs.

She moaned against his mouth, and he started to stroke her, the pressure increasing with each slide, fingers pressed against cunt, getting slick as each moment slipped past.

And his mouth went from her lips to her neck, savoring the scent of her, the taste, the texture of her skin against his teeth and his tongue.

Her head was rocking back.

Her hips bucking onto his hand.

They fucked, slowly at first, the build more important than the squeeze around his cock, but by the time they were finished he was exhausted, and she was panting.

There were asleep not long after.

Possibly maybe

Probably love

Possibly maybe

Probably love

He kissed her as if it was the last thing he was ever going to do.

His lips touched only her lips, and her body felt as if it was being engulfed.

No part of her was left untouched by the heat of that kiss—his kiss.

And when it was done with her body, it entered her very heart and soul.

It changed from a physical act back to the flame of love it had started from.

But it was one-sided flame.

She knew that.

And yet she welcomed the kiss like it meant he loved her as she did him.

How can you offer me love like that?

My heart's burned

How can you offer me love like that?

I'm exhausted

Leave me alone

She settled on the bed between his legs, crouched and hunched.

The blanket was long gone, thrown off the bed and onto the floor before she’d even started.

Here she was, faced with his soft length, still smelling faintly of sex.

She kissed it, from the base up to the tip, before taking it in her mouth.

It started to come awake far before he did.

It was being stimulated, and so it reacted.

He groaned, but his eyes didn’t flicker.

She grinned. She slid her tongue around that swelling head, finding the gap between foreskin and the
thickness of him, and pushing that oral muscle straight between the two.

He groaned again, longer this time.

It wasn’t the first time she’d woken him up with her mouth.

He groaned again, his hips rolling for a moment, before they stopped.

“What are you doing?” He grumbled.

She sucked, sliding her tongue around the head of him, doing laps.

He groaned again, his whole body twitching.

“What. Are. You. Doing.” His eyes were open now, and his mouth was hanging open slightly, his breath coming in quick.

She didn’t answer him,

Instead, she enjoyed the feel of him in her mouth.

And he filled her mouth with cum.

Possibly maybe

Possibly maybe

Possibly maybe

A patch of sunlight comes through the window and makes me think how good he’d look lying in it.

Naked.

Like a curled kitten absorbing the warmth.

He was a dangerous notion—a mistake waiting to happen.

Pretty eyes.

A smile that could light up a 10-storey building, and he knew how to use that smile well.

His voice—it melted away the heart of a young soul.

His lips — you could savor them and hang onto them like candy.

He has strong arms and you could grab onto those arms like boulders while riding him like the stallion that he is.

He is a wild notion.

He is a dangerous fact.

She would like to tame him. Claim him as her own.

But she knew she could never.

Since we broke up

I'm using lipstick again

I suck my tongue in remembrance of you...

Longing.

Shakespeare said “Parting is such sweet sorrow”, but there is nothing sweet about this.

He was gone.

His breath, his scent, his voice, his touch…

How could it hurt so much when he was gone?

For when he was with her, he was her world.

And for a time, she knew she was his.

How cruel it was that it had to end?

Her heart broke.

How could it hurt her so much?

And she still dreams of his hands all over her and how they lay claim over her body.

How his mouth caressed the hollow of her throat.

How her hips rise to meet his.

And she wonders if he dreams of having her beneath him writhing and moaning his name.

Possibly maybe

Possibly maybe

Possibly maybe

Possibly Maybe (The First Part)

And this is just because I’m listening to Bjork right now. – DropDeadDiva

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Your flirt finds me out

Teases the crack in me

Smittens me with hope

She plays with his damp hair, and she kisses his chin.

She felt the sweat on his skin merging with hers.

She felt his full weight with him being on top, but she did not mind at all.

Why is he so beautiful?

She cupped his face and pulled him close to hers and kissed him full on the lips.

Something inside her stirred.

A part of him was still embedded within her.

“You still want me, huh?’ He grinned.

“Always.” She replied.

“How do you want it this time?”

“Don’t ask.” She tells him. “I just want to feel your hard inside me again. I want your hands all over my body.”

He shoved a pillow between them and rolled her on top of it.

She was now face down on the bed.

He used his knees to spread her legs.

He put a finger inside her and held her shoulders down as he slid his cock into her wet pussy and fucks her fast and hard.

They both make noise as they cum.

Possibly maybe

Possibly maybe

Possibly maybe

She looked at him as he slept—calmly like a baby.

His hair. Just how erotic a misplaced strand of hair can be?

His lips. They can do wonders.

His kisses. Sometimes a kiss is just kiss. Other times a kiss is a wet, sensual, heart-throbbing, soul-touching, mind-altering exploration of the senses—his kisses are just like that.
His looks — he had one of those looks that could capsize any heart. It always leaves her swimming in an ocean of lust and of love.

Wait, love? Where did that come from?

Is she really in love?

Possibly.

Maybe.

As much as I definitely enjoy solitude

I wouldn't mind perhaps

Spending little time with you

Sometimes

Sometimes

He is doing the circle thing with his tongue again.

And he knows it is going to drive her crazy.

He does the circle thing with his tongue and then he stops and just holds it there.

If she tries to move a muscle, he holds her back.
He does it again and stops.

Presses into her tight.

“Oh fuck,” She says.

He won’t let her move.

Circles with his tongue.

Does it again and again.

Stops.

Circles.

Does it again.

Stops.
It is driving her nuts.

If she were standing up right now, she would have collapsed on the floor in ecstasy.

Fast little circles.

Stops.

She can’t take it anymore.

She is going to burst any second now.

“Cum,” he tells her and puts his head back down.

She gave in.

Possibly maybe

Probably love

Possibly maybe

Probably love

With one eyebrow raised and a crooked smile, she looked at him.

She was daring him.

She isn’t really beautiful, but she is no plain Jane either.

And him? In her eyes, he is gorgeous.

He is just right for her.

She bit her lip.

She stared right in his eyes without looking away, without blinking.

“Stop that.” He said.

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.” But she smiled knowingly and then looked away.

Uncertainty excites me

Baby, who knows what's going to happen?

Lottery or car crash

Or you'll join a cult

Nothing beats a slow dance in the kitchen while cooking dinner together.

She led him in the corner. He can’t get away now.

His back was against the cupboards, and there’s not a lot of room to sit.

She puts her hand on his chest and kiss him hard on the mouth.

She took a slice of an orange and put it in his mouth.

She placed her mouth on his.

They eat the orange together pushing the piece back and forth with their tongues.

She ran her fingers down his body and then grabbed him through his sweatpants.

He is hard.
She liked how he felt through the cloth.

She squeezed harder and kissed him harder on the lips.

He moaned.

“I want you!”
He pulled her shirt off over her head.

She ran her hands down his sides and pulled on the sweatpants.

She cupped his balls and kissed his neck.

He took off her jeans and got her up on the kitchen table.

“Now, I’ll fuck you.” He tells her.

Probably maybe

Possibly love

He says probably maybe

Possibly love

Possibly

The stars never looked so beautiful to her.

Until tonight, that is.

Stargazing was never her thing.

But tonight, yes tonight was different.

Tonight, she is seeing things in a different set of eyes.

Or it could all be because of the man beside her.

And as she turned sideways and watched him talk about the stars, she just stared.

“Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered, am I?” –she smiled as she remembered that line from a song.

He turned to her then and grinned that grin of his that made her heart go flippity-flop.

He reached for her hand and squeezed it and just held it right next to his as his gaze returned to the stars again.

She sighed a deep sigh and did the same.

TO BE CONTINUED

ALL FOR YOU

You’re tired, I know.

But it’s okay.

Just lie down. Close your eyes.

Breathe. Deeply. And let it all out slowly.

And I know just what to do.

Just stay there.

I will be right back.

“You think I'd leave your side baby

You know me better than that

You think I'd leave you down when you're down on your knees

I wouldn't do that”

The scented candles have been lit —the combined aroma of lavender and tangerine.

It is meant to titillate the senses.

The bedroom lights had been turned down low.

I want to help you relax.

“When you're on the outside baby and you can't get in

I will show you, you're so much better than you know

When you're lost and you're alone and you can't get back again

I will find you, darling and I will bring you home”

Do to hear that? That’s Sade singing. I know we both like listening to her and her music.

I’ll place my cool hands on your temples and trace calming circles against your skin.

Do you like that? Good.

My fingers slowly slide up into your hair, massaging your scalp, lightly scratching. I want to massage all your worries away.

I then place gentle kisses on your forehead, the lids of your eyes, and your cheeks.

I feel your breathing has slowed.

Your body is relaxing.

I smile. Good. That’s the idea.

I rub your shoulders and massage down each arm to reach your hands.

Each finger gets its own loving attention.

You are sleeping now.

I continue.

I love your chest.

While mine seemed soft, yours is strong, hard, and textured.

I lightly trace your muscles, still massaging, still dropping light-as-air kisses as I touch you.

Perfect. You are just perfect.

Your breathing is heavy, but it’s the heaviness of sleep.

Your features are relaxed.

Your body is still.

My hands continue.

Down to your legs.

Your legs—their different than mine.

While I like the feeling of my freshly-shaved legs, I also love the feeling of your hair against the palms of my hands as I draw them down your legs.

To your feet.

Taking each foot in turn, I rub the heels, applying pressure but not enough to wake you.

The arches and balls of your feet get equal attention, massaging away the stress of the day, hitting those points that help to further relax other parts of your body.

Your toes – those funny looking digits – I kiss each of those in turn before my eyes return to your body.

I have now massaged nearly all of you.

You are in a wonderful state of relaxation.

Every distraction has been pushed aside in favor of slumber.

And yet, I haven’t completed what I started.

My eyes rest on your epicenter.

I want to touch you.

I crave to touch you, but I don’t want to take away your state of relaxation.

But the urge was more than I could ever control.

And I succumbed to it.

I lightly trace my index finger down your cock just to see how you’d react.

Nothing.

Good. Maybe this will work.

I softly placed a light kiss upon this part of your body.

You moved. Or at least I thought you did.

I kissed it again.

I noted how your cock start to harden.

I give your cockhead a quick flick with my tongue.

I know I heard a soft moan from you.

I take you into my mouth.

You begin to stir.

I slowly move my mouth over your length feeling a sense of satisfaction that I can bring you to such hardness.

My touch is light as my fingers hold your hardening shaft.

My lips are wet as I continue to lave attention on your cock.

Shhhhhhhh. Don’t move.

I’ll do everything.

This is all for you.

My pace quickens as I sense you approaching the edge.

I suck.

I lick.

I give you all the pleasure that I can.

And you respond.

And you buck.

And you spurt inside my mouth.

Your body tensing.

I drank it all.

A moan escaped from your lips.

And within a few minutes, you are back under the spell of sleep.

Your body totally relaxed.

Your mind at ease.

I curl up beside you, placing a loving kiss upon your lips, and join you in sleep.

HER PHANTOM MENACE

1.

He came to her in the night—her phantom—whispering dark promises and kissed her until she ran out of breath.

Her taste, he can never get enough of.

“The universe, I will give you…” he vowed.

“No…  Just show me the stars,” She said.

And he did just that.  She saw stars when he went down on her and flicked his tongue on her hardened numb.

She could’ve sworn she saw more than stars when his tongue fucked her hole.

She believed she saw the universe he was offering her.

And then he left her—earthbound but dreaming of stars…

2.

And the music started playing—an unheard tune heard only by them both.

She felt his touch.  He felt her soul.

He heard her heartbeat.  She heard his words.

She was all grace and sensuality.

He was the phantom that enticed her inner wanton goddess.

She shivered at his touch.

He gloried at the effect he has on her.

She was the dancer.  He was the beat.

She craved the dance.  He gave it to her.

But when the music stops, what happens then?

3.

His voice was pure seduction—an invitation to sin.

He speaks of carnal desire—his naked lust for her unveiled.

Her hands took his full length and led him inside her.

And he was in her, moving that old familiar movement, she trailed her nails down his back and dug them in.

She turned her head to the side, closed her eyes and whispered, “Forgive me, for I have sinned…  But I want to do this again and again…”

It was his name that she screamed when she reached her pinnacle.

And when he left, he left with her heart that she freely offered.  But no, he didn’t know it.

4.

He was different tonight, her Phantom.

He pinned her down with her wrists above her head.

“Open your legs.”  He commanded.

“Spread them wide.”  He added.

And his tongue did its wicked dance between her thighs.

But when her sharp, shuddered screams filled the room, he smiled.

It was the sweetest song she ever sang.

5.

She waited for him but he didn’t come to her that night.

And she wanted her Phantom.

Her body ached for his touch.

Her heartbeat quickened.  Her hands started to wander.

She wanted to feel his breath on her ear.

His hands on her waist and the arch of her back.

His lips trailing on her skin.

And with her lips parted, she deliberately poised before the mirror and touched herself.

Fantasies flowed in her head of what her Phantom would be doing right now if he were here.

6.

Tonight.  Tonight, she vowed she will be his wicked temptress—his very own seductive tease.

Her salacious curves are built for his pleasure.

Her skirt flowed to just above her luscious legs.

She donned her fuck-me boots.

She’s ready.  She’s aim to please.

She’s dressed to kill—kill him with pleasure.

His “Liquid Sex”—her Phantom called her.

And in her bed she showed he shall encounter the thunderous seismic range and orgasmic tremors that would threaten to move his world.

7.

The slow tingles.

The increased breathing.

The spreading of legs.

The speeding up.

The frantic movements.

Twisting, pulling, thrusting, reaching, biting.

The screams of ecstasy.

The sighs of pleasure.

And then it all stopped.

And she knew, he will leave again.

This story has no happy ending.

8.

She wanted to fix him like the broken man that he is.

But he won't admit he is broken. He said it's just the way he is.

And she believes that if he just let her, she can and she will.

But he refused just that and bluntly said, “Just have your fill.”

With her mouth open, she took all of him.

Her gaze never left his as he filled her throat with cream.

9.

“Fuck me…”  She urged.  “Fuck me one last time.”

She clawed her nails and scribbled passion on his bareback.

Her weakness, her feelings, her lust—he felt it all.

He smiled a sad smile.  He knew he owned her, but this had to end.

He pulled her onto his lap and hungrily bit her collarbone.

Her hands ran through his hair as he guided himself into her.

“Let’s make this one explosive ride.”

And she rode him like the rouge stallion that he is, one that cannot be tamed.

She took him over the edge.  He let her.

Moans.  Names.  Grunts.  Groans.

And when she came, she came in tears.

10.

His scent—her phantom—lingers so vividly against her skin.

A clear reflection of his deepest kisses.

His fingerprints, his tongue prints are now deeply engraved on her skin.

Remembrance.

She was touched by him.  He sent her into the seven seas of ecstasy.

Made her experience life.

But it was over.  Her Phantom left her.

He was gone.

HIS KEPT WOMAN (The Third Part)

Oh just a side note, I did not write the Submissive’s Mantra.  I got it off the internet.

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“No…  Please…”

“No what?”  He moved slowly inside her and withdrew his cock in one swift motion.  She sighed.

“Don’t stop fucking me.”  Her eyes pleaded.  But he won’t give in just yet.

“Tell me, you’re my whore.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I’m….”  She started softly.

“What?  I can’t hear you.”

“I’m your whore.”  Louder this time and this made him smile.

With a groan, he bit her shoulders and slowly slid into her snug, wet canal.  He didn’t have to tell her twice.  She repeatedly was saying she was his whore while he was fucking her.

She cried out her release.  He reached for a nipple and sucked and bit on it hard as his cock exploded into her.

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She woke up and noted the darkness of the room.  Her pussy was sore.  She smiled.  The kind of sore that her pussy just needed.

So she was free—her hands and feet were no longer tied.

She noted the sleeping man beside her.  He looked so angel-like as he slept.  She wanted to badly to kiss his forehead and comb her fingers through his hair but she stopped herself.  No, it is not her place.  She knew her place.

Last night was one of those play nights they have regularly.  Role playing had always been their thing.  Last night, she played the abductee and admittedly she played it well.  She knew how he loved being in control, and he knew how she loved being dominated.

She was a sub, and he is just the perfect dom for her.

He knew what she wanted.  He knew what she craved for.

The cravings of a submissive woman are, in the end, easily explainable.  To stop thinking, to stop worrying about facades and pretenses, to stop wondering what is expected, what is right, and what is wrong.

To simply be chosen.  Through this simple fact, to know that you do have worth in the eyes of whoever picked you, regardless of what they impose on you.  To feel the power of one’s Master/Dom wash over her. To just forget oneself. To just exist in the moment.  To just feel.

She is one real lady.  She is polite and classy.  She dresses well.  She is funny and a great company.  She is cultured.  She speaks well on a variety of subjects.  Anyone who ever meets her cannot help but be impressed by her.  Because she is a real lady.

What people don’t know about her is how hard she grabs his head and pulls his hair when he puts his mouth between her legs.  People would cringe if they saw how she attacks his cock with her eager mouth.  Some women would probably faint if they heard the things coming out of her mouth when he fucks her from behind.  No doubt other people would call her a slut if they saw how she likes to work her clit with all kinds of toys.  Others would be calling for therapy if they got a glimpse of her lapping up cum dripping off his cock.

But why would she care?  All that matters is her Master.

She knew he liked it when she’s being a real lady.  But he loves it even more when that lady turns dirty.  She’s just the perfect balance that he needed, wanted, and owned.

“Who do you belong to?”  He questioned softly into my ear.

Ah so her master is awake.

“You…”  She whispered back.  She began to slide her hands between their bodies, wanting to touch him, but he stopped her.  Grasping both wrists in one of his strong hands, he held them above her head and nuzzled her neck with his unshaven jaw and chin.

“Only to me.  That is right.  And I will have ALL of you.”  He shifted his body still holding her wrists.

“I’m hungry.”  He told her matter-of-factly.

“You are?  Want me to prepare something?”

He ran his other hand down her stomach to cup the warmth between her legs.  “I’m only hungry for one thing.  And I mean to take it… now.”

At first her brow furrowed in confusion even as his fingers slipped smoothly into the warmth that his cock had just possessed hours ago.  And she immediately felt new stirrings at his touch.  His fingers retreated and went inside her again.  Setting a rhythm.  She was slick with her fluids.

He wanted her pussy.  He’s hungry for her pussy.

She parted her legs and let him have his way with her.

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A Submissive’s Mantra

I will communicate with complete honesty my needs, desires, limits, and experience.  I realize that failing to do so will not only prevent my Master and I from having the best experience possible, but can also lead to physical and emotional harm.

I will try not to manipulate my Master.  I will not push to make a scene go the way I feel it should.

I will keep an open mind about trying things that I am not comfortable with and expanding my limits.  I will continue to grow as a submissive and as a human being.

I will accept the responsibility of discovering what pleases my Master, and will do my best to fulfill His wishes and desires.

I will not allow myself to be harmed and abused.  I know that submissive does not equal doormat.

I will be responsive to my Master.  I will not try to hide what my mind and body are feeling so that I may assist Him in His responsibilities as my authority.  I know that Dominants are not telepaths, and will not expect my Master to know thoughts or feelings which I do not share.

I will give my gift of submission only to Those that can responsibly accept and desire to receive.  I will not place anyone in the position of controlling me non-consensually nor will I give my respect to someone that has not earned it.

I will be obedient to my Master even if I disagree with what He is requesting.  I realize He has my best interests at heart and often knows better than I what I need in a particular situation.  I know that my actions reflect upon my Master, and will do my best to help others see Him in a positive way.  I will not intentionally embarrass or displease Him.

THE STORY OF THE KEPT WOMAN AND HER MASTER WILL NOT END HERE.