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Only Master Will Do...
by Jules |
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She laid awake, not dreaming but
imagining her lover's form. How he would come to her in the dark.
To tempt her, to tease her because he knew he could and she
longed for it.
She lay awake, not wishing he were kissing her, rather remembering
his touch, the smell of his warm breath upon her. The trembling
anticipation his nearness had spread throughout her body. She laid
awake, not blaring profanities, rather cursing the night he had
came to make her his. He had awoken something buried deep within
her very soul and now it could not lie dormant. When the sun goes
down and the moon shines high that is the time she starts to
quiver. Her anticipation of ardent, burning, passion rises in
hopes of his return to her. It seemed so very long ago that he had
first taken her. He had taken her virginity as well as her soul,
her heart and mind, although in reality she gave them willingly.
On a cloudless night with stars shining, she felt his kiss upon
her neck. The pinprick of a passion unknown to human flesh. His
mouth upon her had sent her surging to a higher ground. His hands
soothed and caressed her warm and tasty flesh. With a tiny crimson
trial, his lips lower down her, from neck to bosom, to belly, to
thighs.
Without a word and without a cry she had held her legs wide open.
He suckled and bit along her treasure trove. His fingers
parted her fleshy fem folds and with urgent need she felt his
tongue enter. It licked, lapped, and dove in deep. Her hips did
buck, shimmy, and shake but not so to make him leave her. She felt
a quake, her own thunderstorm in the making.
Moreover, when she rained, it came and came and her lover's thirst
quenched.
Then with his mighty hands he picked her up, placed her on her
hands and knees, and said, "so very pretty". He traced her
shoulders and along the flesh of her back with but a touch of a
feather.
He caressed her thighs and calves and suckled at her toes. She
sighed, moaned, and whimpered and he was oh so very pleased.
Then she smelled something new, but it was something that she
knew. She looked and saw he had come with a crop and a leather
flogger too. Her eyes were wide and her lips froze in an "O".
His arm stretched up into the air with flogger well in hand. He
brought it back down with gentle care and softly caressed her back
and ass. The leather streamers tickled and felt ever so
delightful. She started to rhythmically rock on her knees. He
repeated the action of dragging them down her a half dozen or more
so times. When she was not suspecting it came down harder and
harder and harder upon her ass.
She began to wail and plead for mercy. "Does the lady ask me to
stop?"
With eyes like a doe she fumbled for words and uttered a little,
"no sir." The flogging commenced in earnest along her torso,
ass and legs, leaving bright red lines of love divine all along
her back.
Then he flipped her over, commanding her on her back. He
took the crop and let it smack on both her engorged nipples It hit
her thighs, he looked her in the eyes and she knew what would
happen next.
With legs spread wide and ankles high, she then saw his hard and
heavy cock. Pre cum glistening and dripping like honey. "Please
sir, she whispered, this is my first time". With that he lounged
and in it plunged, going in full speed. Her eyes bulged out as his
cock went in ever deep and steady.
She whimpered and cried with sheer ecstasy and delight and then he
let out his groan. His seed spilled out and covered from the foot
of her bed to the top of her head. Her body shuddered leaving
traces of hymen strewn upon the sheet.
He kissed her light and held her tight and vowed he would return.
On a misty night when the stars shine bright and nectar fills the
air we shall again pair. So on nights like these she often
sits and stares out of her castle window. She lets out a little
sigh and says to herself, "Other men may want me, but only Master
will do". |
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